#i wanna say i took an hour but like i messed with proportions for a good while

[pugakern]

Baby monitor robot

[dreamescapeswriting]

Making Amends ~ JJK, KSJ [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

GENRE: Fluff, established-relationship, friendship, a little bit of angst between Jungkook and Jin

PAIRING: Kim Seokjin x Reader x Jungkook

The door to the practice room opened and slammed shut as Jungkook finally entered the room for the first time that day, he was panting from running up the stairs of the BigHit building. He was late again like he had been for the last week. Jin looked up from the floor sweat dripping down his face after doing the dance routine that seemed to be making him sweat more than the other dances. He stared at Jungkook through the mirror and he was once again covered in hickeys with a giant smirk on his face. Jin glanced over at Hoseok waiting to see what would get done about this all of the boys had grouped together to talk about Jungkook being late but no one seemed to be doing anything about it now. Hoseok was supposed to be the one in charge of the dance practice, he was supposed to be harder on Jungkook but he wasn't.

Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, everyone is late every now and again but lately, with Jungkook it was weird. Every day this week he'd been late with some kind of lame excuse as to why. It seemed as though the maknae no longer cared about putting in the same effort where the practice was concerned and it was starting to piss everyone around him off. All he cared about was getting home to his beautiful girlfriend that was waiting for him. They'd barely been together a month but it seemed as though Jungkook only cared about that now and everything else was on the backburner.

"You're late," Namjoon mumbled from the other side of the dance studio, he'd been talking with Jimin about the dance steps for the number they were working on. Namjoon was struggling with one of the shuffling moves and needed a little extra help.

Jin's eyes danced from the leader to the Maknae who had an 'I don't care' attitude on already, the one he'd been wearing ever since he'd been with Sooyoung.

"Only by an hour," Jungkook grumbled to himself throwing his bag down onto the floor by the back of the room and going to join Jin at the front. Normally the two of them would be engaging in conversations talking about what was going on at home, Jin wouldn't be too harsh on him but it was starting to annoy him that Jungkook thought he could get away with being late all of the time.  

"Maybe you should start coming in earlier...I mean you are behind in practice." Jin whispered to Jungkook who seemed to take an instant punch to the gut by a seemingly innocent comment. Jin didn't mean anything by it at first, he was just trying to bring it up into the conversation.

"Behind? I'm behind? How can I be behind when I'm one of the best dancers?" Jungkook was back up on his feet as he yelled out, gaining the attention of everyone else in the room as they all turned to see what he was doing. Jungkook never acted like this before, he never said he was one of the best and never claimed to be either.

"Jungkook- I just meant-" Jin tried to speak but Jungkook was red in the face with anger. He'd had enough already and nothing had even started yet.

"No! I know what you meant. You're all just jealous because I'm in a happy relationship." Jungkook wasn't making any sense, all of the boys were in happy relationships. Jin raised up to his feet trying to calm Jungkook down since it was him that had started this mess.

"Jungkook I didn't mean that at all, we're all happy in our own relationships. You just need to manage your time better that's all," Jin's tone was calm as he tried to speak to the maknae but it seemed no matter what he was saying or going to say was going to calm Jungkook down. Everything was being blown out of proportion as Jungkook threw his hands into the air in defeat,

"So now my time management sucks?!" This time Namjoon took over for Jin, trying to explain to Jungkook that they all cared about him and that they just wanted to make sure he was doing what he was supposed to do. That was the original agreement with their management. Dating was only allowed to happen if they continued with their hard work.

"BigHit agreed to let us date if we could continue the same efforts we did before." Yoongi reminded Jungkook of the contract they'd all signed but Jungkook wasn't listening to reason. Jin shook his head at the sight of them all each of them babying him as they tried to calm him down. Jungkook didn't need to be babied anymore, he was an adult who could make adult decisions for himself.

"You know what," Jin started as he grabbed his bag from the floor, having enough of them babying him, he threw the bag over his shoulder and looked at Jungkook,

"I'm not going to pussyfoot around it like they all seem to be doing. You're acting like a total prick." Jungkook was taken back Jin was normally the levelheaded one who helped resolve issues but this time he seemed to be making it worse. Namjoon tried to say something to him but he couldn't find the right words to.

"Hyung-" Jimin whispered stepping forward, trying to stop something from being said before it was.

"No, it's time he heard what I thought." Jungkook stepped out from the rest of the guys wanting to hear what Jin had to say, hands on his hips as if he was some kind of immature teenager waiting for an answer.

"What is it that you think then Hyung?" Jin rolled his eyes at the behaviour, the attitude coming from Jungkook was that of a teenager and it was starting to annoy him.

"You're supposed to be an adult, not some stuck up kid who thinks the rest of the world is out to get him. Newsflash Jungkook! It's not. But if you wanna sit around and play house with your girlfriend then by my guest. Don't come crying to me when she leaves you or you suddenly don't know the dance routines!" Jin walked out of the practice room, slamming the door behind him as he stormed off. Jungkook stood there with his mouth hanging open like a fish, all of the boys were in total shock as Jin spoke what they had all been thinking but in a harsher manner.

"Do you all think of me like that?" He stuttered out trying not to seem as hurt by it as he was. He turned to look at Yoongi and Namjoon who were both trying to think of something to say but couldn't.

"N-No, Jungkook he's just-" Before Taehyung could even finish what he wanted to say Jungkook was storming out of the room with his bag in his hands as Jin had done before him.

"They'll calm down, they're just stressed," Namjoon whispered as Jimin and Hoseok looked at him worriedly, he knew as the leader he was supposed to go after them and make sure they made up but he also knew they needed some time and space. Clearing their heads before they tried to speak to one another.

A consistent buzzing was sounding from your drawer all afternoon but you were already in enough trouble with your boss that you didn't check it until you were leaving work that night. Your boss was an evil woman who hated all kinds of technology, which was why you still worked from paper instead of tablets like all other business.

As soon as you checked your phone there were missed calls from Jungkook were sitting on the screen, along with messages asking you to call him as soon as you could, he knew how busy you were with work.

"Hey Kookie, I'm just heading home. What's up?" You questioned into the phone as you walked over to the elevator in your office building, the doors being held open for you. Even though you and Jungkook were nowhere near one another it was like you could sense his body language over the phone. Something was wrong with him and you knew it was bothering him.

"J-Jin-Hyung, he said something today." You could hear Jungkook sniffling down the phone and you were already turning into mama bear mode. The thought of someone, even your fiancé, hurting Jungkook sent you into a rage. Jungkook was like a little brother to you, even though since you'd been with Jin you treated him more like a son than a brother.

"What did he say?!" The woman beside you in the elevator jumped as you raised your voice in such a small place without a warning. Jungkook only met your question with a sniffle and you sighed getting out on the ground floor parking level and looking for your car.

"Jungkook, tell me what he said." You whispered calmly to him but in an affirming tone, Jungkook hated the thought of telling you what Jin had said. It felt as though he was back in school and telling the teacher what someone nasty had said to him.

"H-He said I don't care about practice. All I care about is my girlfriend." You stopped at your car door as you heard the words come from him. You knew they'd been upset with him over practice but you never thought Jin would say something like that to Jungkook, Jin knew how sensitive Jungkook was to things like this.

"I'll call you when I'm home Guk, okay? Get a hot drink and calm down." You whispered, unlocking your car and throwing your bag inside as you tried to process what was going on.

"Can you come and see me? I-I sent Sooyoung home, I didn't want to be like this in front of her." You breathed out as you thought about it for a second. Jungkook and you had always been close but you had to go and see Jin first, there were always two sides to the story.

"I'll text you before I come around, okay?" Jungkook hummed in response to you before saying goodbye and hanging up. You laid your head down on the steering wheel of your car as you tried to think of something to do. Jin couldn't get away with saying something like that to Jungkook but you didn't want to seem like you were taking sides with either of them.

Jin smiled once he heard the front door to the house you shared together open, after a day like this one he needed to hold you in his arms for a while but as soon as you walked into the room he knew something was off. You were standing in the doorway of the living room and the porch, hands on your hips as you stared him down. He felt as though he was in trouble with a teacher at school or one of the managers.

"What?" He stuttered out, standing up from the sofa and looking at the calendar on the wall. He hadn't forgotten an anniversary or a birthday and he knew there wasn't a date night tonight so he had no idea what you could be mad at him for.

"A little birdy called me," You whispered to him as you began walking into the living room. As you got closer Jin sat back down, swallowing the lump in his throat as he watched you walking over to him.

"You upset Jungkook?" You questioned as you straddled his lap, it was the only way Jin wasn't just going to randomly up and leave you. If you sat on his lap you had his full, undivided attention.

"I only said what we were all thinking," He mumbled like a child, avoiding your gaze but you cupped his face in his hands and forced him to look at you,

"You said he doesn't care about practice. All he cares about is his girlfriend?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side as you waited for him to respond.

"It's true. It's like he doesn't care-"

"Kim Seokjin, do you even remember what happened when we first started dating? How you would skip practice? Even recording sessions..." Jin looked down as he realised how right you were about this. All he could think about when you first started dating was when he was going to get to see you again next.

"You're going to say sorry to him, we're going around with take-out and you will apologise to him." You weren't going to take no for an answer so he wasn't going to try and fight you back on it, he just nodded at you before kissing you softly.

"I'm sorry," He whispered as you pulled away from the kiss, leaning your foreheads together.

"It's not me you're saying it to," You whispered as you leaned forward to kiss him again before standing up and taking his car keys.

Jungkook opened the door with a smile on his face but as soon as his eyes gazed up to see Jin standing behind you the smile fell,

"He's here to make amends, right Jin?" You questioned as you looked up at your fiancé who held up the bag of take-out food. Jungkook's favourite all packed into the bag,

"Y/n's right, I'm here to say I'm sorry...I-I was being an idiot." Jungkook opened the door wider,

"You were..." You smirked to yourself as Jin bit down on his tongue, walking into the Maknae's apartment as he continued to tell him what a jerk he was being.

"Y/n made me realise that I was like this when we first started dating, I should have been more considerate to you." You took the bag of food into the kitchen, leaving the boys to figure out their problems alone.

"I'll start coming to practice on time, I just...I like Sooyoung so much it's hard to be away from her." Jungkook sighed, Jin chuckled looking over at you while you weren't paying attention.

"It doesn't get easier, but you learn to love the distance. It makes every second with them worth it." The boys exchanged pleasantries before coming to meet you in the kitchen and grab some of the food they'd been longing for.

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[artificialqueens]

Flower Files, Part 4 (Malaska, Courtya) - Albatross

AN: Been awhile but I’m hoping to get back into posting soon!

Bonus points if you know what anime inspired chapter 7!

Chapter 7: Malaska

A perfectly sunny day, a light breeze, and a casual stroll through the botanical gardens with her girlfriend…what more could Alaska want on a Saturday afternoon?

She used to visit the garden often as a kid, both with her family and with her school. It was one of her favorite memories from childhood and now as an adult, she’s come to love the gardens even more. There was just something so relaxing about wandering through all the rows of flowers and trees, watching the birds and butterflies dart through and around you, sitting on one of the cozy little benches as the ducks and geese swam around the many man-made ponds. She could hardly believe it when Manila had told her that she’d never been to the gardens before!

She booked their tickets for the following weekend, excited to share the beauty of the gardens with someone for the very first time. And Manila’s first reaction didn’t disappoint. As soon as they stepped beyond the ivy covered entrance gate, her eyes went wide with glee and wonder.

Everywhere you turned there was an overflowing abundance of colorful plants, sculptures or wildlife. Butterflies flew haphazardly between the people, sampling all the flowers as they spread out their beautiful wings. Birds sang in the trees, picked seeds or bugs from the plants, or drank from the babbling bird baths scattered through the park. The air smelled absolutely fragrant and alive as you passed between all the clusters of different flowers.

She looked so blissfully dazed as she rushed from one display piece to the next, determined not to miss anything. Manila read through all the little placards she could find, learning about the history of the gardens, donation stories of particular plant species or sculptures, or simply how to identify the different animals and insects that also visited the garden.

Alaska hung back, letting Manila explore at her own pace, as she drank the iced tea she bought from the kiosk next to the Conservatory. She wanted to save the indoor portion of the garden for last; it was, in her opinion, the most impressive of everything the nature preserve had to offer. And Manila was fine with waiting until the end to see it, though it certainly did pique her curiosity.

In the meantime, they made a loop around the landscape, visiting the pollinator fields, the hedge maze and topiary section, even catching one of the fountain shows that played every hour. As they finally circled back to the Conservatory, Manila felt a rush of excitement as they opened the doors to the expansive greenhouse.

Alaska was right to save it for last, Manila thought to herself. 

The first step inside absolutely took her breath away; full grown trees greeted them, as did hanging clumps of flowers and vines. The middle of the floor was sunken in and flooded, curtesy of the miniature waterfall at the other end of the room being fed from an outdoor pond. Floating plants drifted with the man-made current, swirling gently to create a mesmerizing sight. Lily pads littered the surface in so many colors that Manila could hardly believe it; it was like seeing one of Monet’s paintings in real life!

Everywhere she looked, there was a new species of plant that she had never seen before; all of them so bright and eye catching. Manila insisted on visiting every section of the greenhouse that was open to the public, including the children’s garden. Alaska followed behind, snapping a few pictures here and there, sometimes of the flowers but most of her girlfriend’s infectious smile.

As she was trying to focus her phone’s camera on a clump of blue and purple hydrangeas, Alaska felt a pair of arms wrapping snuggly around her waist. A swift kiss was pressed to her cheek just before she heard Manila urging, “Follow me!”

“Okay,” Alaska laughed, taking a quick picture and shoving her phone back into her pocket, “Why though?”

“I found something that reminds me of you!” she boasted, a secretive little smile playing out on her lips.

Unfortunately, Alaska was all too familiar with this situation. Certain memories of childhood teasing that were best left forgotten began to creep in at the edges of her mind. Sighing heavily, she dragged her feet and warned, “Is it that statue? Because I’ve already heard that joke before.”

Too much, she thought bitterly. She could almost hear her classmates comparing her to the gangly, oversized statue once again. The one whose limbs looked stretched until they barely resembled a human’s. The one whose perfectly pale marble expression looked almost like an imitation of The Scream and whose creepy pose of outstretched arms reaching for the flowers surrounding her haunted several children’s nightmares. The one that utterly and completely towered over most kids that came to visit…except for Alaska, of course. It’s head was only a few inches higher than her own when her class had visited the gardens in elementary school but the similarities of skin tone, height, and awkward proportions were more than enough for her classmates to compare her to the disturbing looking fixture.

As Manila continued to drag Alaska towards what she had discovered, she twisted her head around to look at her girlfriend with a mild degree of confusion. “Statue?” she asked curiously.

“The one they put in the middle of the children’s garden?” Alaska explained. Upon seeing Manila’s blank face, she added in with a groan, “The creepy one that looks like a cousin of slenderman? ‘Flower girl’, it’s called, I think?”

Shaking her head, Manila replied, “No…just wait, it’s over here.” 

Rounding the last corner of the pathway, Manila led her on for another 3 yards before stopping in the small clearing surrounding a miniature fountain. Pointing proudly to the Birds of Paradise encircling the bubbling water fixture, Manila exclaimed, “These!”

Leaning heavily against her girlfriend, Manila laced their fingers together as she explained, “These remind me of you cause they’re so unique. There’s nothing else around here that looks like them, or are as colorful…And it kinda looks like they’re all facing the sun, the way you do. You always keep your head up and try to see the positive in everything.” Pressing a swift, gentle kiss to Alaska’s jawline, Manila concluded with, “They just make me happy to look at, like you do. That’s why I thought of you when I found them.”

A rush of warmth quickly spread through Alaska’s chest until it was concentrated right at the center of her heart. Her emotions felt like they were bubbling to surface only to get caught in her throat leaving her unable to truly express just how happy and loved she felt. Instead all she could do was pull Manila in for a proper kiss, passionate and deep, letting her actions explain everything her tongue couldn’t.

When they reluctantly broke apart, foreheads resting against one another and perfectly jubilant smiles stretching across both women’s lips, Alaska finally found the voice to speak. “You’re the sweetest, you know that?” she whispered low enough for only them alone to hear.

“Only with you,” Manila replied coyly. “You wanna go check out the rest of the greenhouse now?”

Laughing, Alaska pulled away and took another appreciative look at the flowers. “In a minute,” she said. “I wanna look at these just a little longer.”

Chapter 8: Courtya

It took almost three full days but Katya was finally unpacked. A brand new apartment, all her own, that she could enjoy for the first time in her life. From the time she started college, moved out of her parent’s house, and all the way up until this last promotion at work, she’d always lived with at least one other person. Sometimes family, sometimes a girlfriend but usually just someone she sort of got along with and could help pay rent. She never had a place that was wholly and truly her’s…until now. 

To say she was excited would be a massive understatement; it felt like a huge milestone she’d been putting off because she never felt financially secure or even just brave enough at times to try living alone. But now that time was finally here; a chance to make this space her own. A chance to turn this apartment into a home.

Arranging the move and packing up everything had been the easy part, she soon discovered. The unpacking and reorganizing…not so much. But then again, order and discipline never really was her strong suit. Often she found herself getting so sidetracked looking for  just one specific thing among all the boxes, that she’d forget to put away anything else in the meantime. It added quite a bit of time to her unpacking and usually led to a rather large mess in most of her rooms. 

But after working almost nonstop for three days straight, everything eventually found a place in her new home. All that was left was to place the flattened boxes outside with the recyclables and dispose of all the packaging supplies. Then she could relax and settle in for this new chapter of her life.

Somewhere between the move itself on Friday and the unpacking that took over the majority of her weekend, Katya managed to spare a few minutes to answer her texts. Most were congratulatory, others offered moving tips or even to come and help. But one person actually asked if they could come over for a visit; Courtney.

A rush of giddiness swept through Katya in spite of the exhaustion seeping out from every pore. She couldn’t think of a better first houseguest than Courtney…and with any luck she can recommend a good restaurant or two nearby while Katya tried to find the energy to go grocery shopping. 

Her fingers typed out her new address at a lightning quick speed and within minutes Courtney announced that she was on her way over. 

If anyone asked, Katya would deny to her last breath that a delighted little squeal emanated from her lips as she read the message. No, she would simply say that she reviewed the text calmly , set down her phone on the kitchen counter, and walked over to the bathroom to freshen up. Because after all, who, after spending a long, exhausting day running around their apartment, moving furniture to just the right spot, arranging all of their little knickknacks and collectibles perfectly on the shelves and tucking away all of the other housing essentials, wouldn’t want to take a nice, hot shower and clean up a little? Particularly if they knew that company near and dear to their heart would be coming over very soon. 

So one quick shower and a fresh pair of clothes later, Katya was back to laying on the couch and anxiously awaiting a knock on her door. Just a few minutes after her TV show flipped to the next episode, Courtney announced her presence. 

Katya sprung from the couch and opened her front door with an exuberant smile on her face. Courtney’s excitement easily matched Katya’s own as a wide grin stretched from ear to ear, brightening the world around her. 

“Congrats on the new apartment!” she commended. Somehow her smile seemed to grow as she raised the leafy parcel in her hands. “Brought you a housewarming gift.”

Courtney held out a large, vibrant plant towards Katya, earning a muffled sound of joy. Eagerly accepting the gift, Katya wrapped her hands around the pot, letting her fingers brush against Courtney’s as they carefully exchanged ownership. 

“Thanks!” Katya exclaimed, carefully examining her new plant, “You shouldn’t ha-” Wait a minute. Her smile fell into something of a pout as the excitement quickly drained from her voice. ”…this is plastic,” she said flatly.

“Uh huh,” Courtney agreed, a pleasant smile still plastered on her face. Her eyes, however, now held a teasing glint in them. “And after you prove you can take care of this little guy, I’ll buy you a real one.” Her lips curled into a smirk as she continued on with, “You know, finding a nice sunny spot to put it, rotating the pot, dusting it every now and then. Perhaps even… weekly,” she mocked in a stage-whisper.

“You fucking bitch,” Katya grinned, side stepping the door. “Come on in…By the way, you wanna get something to eat with me? I’m starving.“

[crybabybomin]

My brothers friend - Hamada Asahi

Pairing: reader x Asahi / reader x Brother!yedam

Warnings: None 

Word count: 2.229

Masterlist

okay so im writing this on the 20th of july and 28 minutes ago the debut teaser was officially released so im a mess rn. Im so happy to see them finally debuting. I’ve been following them all since the first ep of ygtb. 

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You're Bang Yedam’s older sister, Bang Y/N. You love singing too but art is your passion. Your brother is very supportive of your work. So are you for him. You two are very close in age. You are only 11 months older than him. So sometimes it feels like he’s your twin.

You’ve seen him perform multiple times. You were interviewed for the YGTB finale. You love seeing him perform, because he looks so happy on stage. You also met some of his members. You met Jungkyu and Jeongwoo when they were preparing for their Last Dance stage. But other than that you haven’t actually talked to the other trainees.

But today you are meeting your brother in his dorm. Your mom also gave some presents to give to all the boys. So here you are standing in front of his dorm with a huge bag full of presents. You already texted Yedam you were almost there so when you knocked on the door he immediately opened the door.

“Y/N!!!” He said happily and took you inside. You walked into the living room and a lot of boys sat there watching tv. They all looked at you and then yedam said “Guys this is my sister Y/N.” They all said hi and then you remembered the presents “Okay so mom packed some presents for you so I needed to give these to you.” They all stood up and you gave them their present.

“hey Asahi and Mashiho are still in their room. Someone tell them to come.” Yedam says. Then Jungkyu calls one of them. After a couple of minutes two boys come in. They are kind of shocked to see you. Well one doesn’t really react but stops walking in and the other just looks confused.

You smile at them and hand them their present. “Hi I’m Y/N also known as Yedam’s sister.” They introduce themselves and you think Asahi is kind of cute, but you push it to the back of your mind. Then you all started watching tv and you sat in front of the couch against yedam’s legs.

Then you started getting hungry. You stood up and said “Should we order food because im starving.” They all nodded and you said “I’m paying so choose whatever you like.” All of them were impressed. “what do you do for work Y/N.” Jaehyuk asked you. “I sell art and design stuff for people.” They all wanted to see what you make so you showed them some pictures. Then they decide on what to eat so you order for delivery.

You all started talking after so you could get to know them. You liked all of them but you actually really got stuff in common with Asahi. He likes art too and is more quiet than others but hes actually really nice. You feel a spark in your chest and you keep staring at his face.

The doorbell rings and you and Asahi both stand up. You look at each other and decide both to go to the door. It was actually really handy since there was quite a lot of food for all of you. You walk back into the living room and sat down to eat. You weren’t that hungry but it seemed like the others were. You laughed at them. “Y’all need to see yourself eat, you eat like beasts.”you said and they smiled at you but continued to eat. You laughed again. When its all done you offer to clean and they played a game to decide who needs to help you. Funny enough its Yedam.

When you are cleaning you talk a bit. “I do have to leave in 30 minutes Yedam, I have something I have to do in Seoul but it’s still a secret so I can’t tell you what.” And he looks at you suspiciously but lets it go. “I wish you could’ve stayed longer. We don’t see and talk to each other a lot.” He says “hey I call you all the time, you just don’t pick up the phone.” And you nudge him in his side.  “yeah im sorry about that.” You tell him its okay and after you are done you grab your stuff and put on your jacket.

“hey guys it was nice to meet you all and maybe I will see you all soon again.” You say to them. “you're leaving already?” Asahi asks you. “yeah I have some stuff I need to do in the city so I need to be on time.” You answer him and wave them all goodbye. You give yedam a hug and you leave.

The thing you have to do is actually signing up for the scholarship you got. Its an art school and after that you are meeting your 3 new roommates and they are going to tell you when you can move in. This is the secret you have for Yedam because you are gonna live way closer too him, because your dorm is in the same building as his.

Your roommates told you that you could move in next week and so that’s why after the meeting you went straight home and started to pack everything. You had quite a lot of stuff but the room you were moving into was also kind of big.

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Today was your moving in day. You have talked to your roommates a lot the past week and you 4 went a long really well. They also don’t like kpop so they don’t know your brother which is for the better. You did tell them about your tiny crush on Asahi so they wanted to know who he was. After you are done moving in you decided to go to your brothers dorm. You texted him and he told you he was training but you could go anyways since some of the members were there but he didn’t know who in particular. So you rang their doorbell and Yoshi opened the door.

“hey y/n, how are you? Btw yedam isn’t home.” He says “oh I know but he said I could come over anyways.” “Yeah of course come in. Only Hyunsuk, Asahi, Jeongwoo and me are home, but hyunsuk, Jeongwoo and me are about to leave for food. Wanna come?” He asks you and you think about it but you aren’t really hungry so you decline. “That’s okay, im going to tell Asahi you are here or you could say hi yourself.” He says “i’ll do it myself. Have fun together. See you all later.” They leave together and you knock on Asahi’s door.

“Come in.” You hear him say and you walk in. “hey its me. What are you doing.” You saw him hunched over a drawing. “just drawing something but it’s not good.” He says and you look at him “its okay we all started somewhere, and my drawing are definitely not always great.” He shows you his drawing and he says “i can’t seem to get the proportions right and I don’t know how to change them.” You kneel down besides him and take his pencil in your hand. “is it okay if I make some changes.” You ask him and he nods. “You just need to make the shoulders a little bit smaller and the chest a little longer. Like this.” And you show him. He looks very shocked by what you just did and you laugh at him.

You help him a little with the colouring but after that you just sit down on the chair beside his desk and look at him draw. Hes really handsome and he looks so cute, concentrating on his drawing. You only realize that you are staring when he looks at you. You immediately look down to his drawing and he smiles at you but you didn’t see that.

He gives you a paper and says “you look kind of bored so here, draw something yourself.” You smile at him because you love drawing and you decide to draw him. You sketch really fast and after a 30 minutes it already kind of looks like him. You two are drawing in silence for a long time and after an hour you are done with your drawing. “hey Asahi I drew you, look.” He looks at the drawing and blushes “why did you drew me?” He says and you kind of got embarrassed by his question “i don’t know really, you just looked really peaceful when you were drawing.” “well thanks anyway, it looks very pretty.”

“hey wanna know something cool?” You say and he nods. “I actually moved into an apartment in this building today.” And he looks at you “wait really.” And you nod. “You wanna see it?” You ask him and he says “yeah not like we have anything better to do.” You laugh and grab his hand. And run to your dorm. Its only two floors down so you just run on your socks. You grab your keys and open the door. Your roommates are in the living room and the look at you and Asahi. And then they look at your hands, so then you realize you are still holding his hand. You try to remove your hand but he doesn’t release his hand.

“so y/n is this the boy you’ve been talking about, Asahi right?” He releases your hand and looks at you. But he nods at your friends. You glare at your friend and they laugh at you. You decide to show Asahi around and show him your room. You had a mural behind your bed and a lot of art everywhere. “damn this looks so cool.” He says “thanks I tried really hard on it.” After you show your room you decide to go back to their dorm and when you arrive Yedam is back.

“hey y/n, where were you? Wait you were with Asahi …. Outside …….. on your socks?” You and Asahi both laugh and then you remember he doesn’t know about your new house. “Omg yedam I can finally tell the secret I was talking about. I actually moved into this building.” “wait really omg that’s so cool now we can see each other more often.” He says and he hugs you. Then he looks between you and Asahi and moves his eyebrows. You blush but Asahi motions a silence sign at him.

You spend the evening at the dorm and then decide to go back to your apartment. You were actually put into a groups chat with yedam and all of his members. Which is really funny since they roast each other all the time and send ugly pictures. You decide to put your phone away but then you get a text in the group chat.

Mashiho: come get Asahi he keeps talking y/n about you and its getting annoying

Asahi: Are you this stupid jeez?

Y/n: Wait what…

Mashiho: oh shit I really am stupid huh

Then you receive a face time call from Asahi. “hey y/n I have to say something abut I can’t come to your dorm right now.” “its okay but what do you wanna say.” You kinda have an idea but you also think he just wants to say that he sees you only as a friend. “wait I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to come to the rooftop like right now” “uh yeah sure” you were actually just wearing a shirt and some joggers. You put on some shoes and walk to the rooftop. He was already waiting for you. So you stood beside him.

“hey what did you wanted to say.” You ask him and he looks nervously at you. “So okay I just wanted to say that I like you, like I like like you, as in more than friends. Like a boyfriend and girlfriend way. And I know that we don’t know each other for that long but the moment I met you, you brightened up my world. And I might I have ruined our friend ship with this but I just wanted to say this and we could just stay friends if you want.” You were surprised because he never said so much at one time. He just sighs and then you realize you havent said anything. “wait Asahi I like you too I was just surprised by your sudden confession. I’ve liked you since the first time we talked.”

He looks at you and then he smiles. “Wait for real?” He asks and you nod. “so you wanna be my girlfriend…..?” And you nod again. Then he hugs you. When he lets go of you you shiver. He takes off his hoodie and gives it to you. “Here, you can always think about me when you are wearing it.” He says and you look at him “as if I don’t think about you enough.” And he laughs and hugs you. “now that I don’t have a hoodie on you need to keep me warm with your hugs” He says and you smile. ��well I hope I can keep that promise, cutie.” You say and he buries his head in the crook of you neck and the night end with you two watching the stars.

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Clear The Area - Chapter Fourteen

Previous Chapter HERE

Warnings: Language, NSFW Language

Tags: @jennmurawski13 @kelbabyblue

Note: Apologies, this is a repost from yesterday for reasons I won’t go into now. i hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Fourteen

Sarah jostled with the mail as she entered their building, trying hard not to knock over the newest fresh plant currently adorning the entrance. They usually took it in turns to handle the post and whatever parcels the Supervisor had signed for that day but she was starting to feel a little short-changed as Shanna had consistently more post coming her way these days. Sarah realised she needed to get out more. Carting everything up the stairs was starting to become its own workout. Today’s treasures involved two Nasty Gal packages, a package from Pottery Barn, a box from Amazon, and what appeared to be a free sample of a Louis Vuitton fragrance. Sarah might just keep that last one to herself.

Jocelyn had sent another care package of sorts her way but it only served to remind Sarah that she had not called her folks in over a week. Ever since the accident, Jocelyn had been so consumed with worry that she had taken to sending Sarah articles ripped form magazines and gift cards for relaxation therapies. Despite Sarah’s many protests to the contrary, Jocelyn was sure Sarah was struggling with some form of undiagnosed PTSD. She’d read about it in a magazine. “If affects upwards of half a million American every year, honey.”

After successfully dodging the neighbour’s schnauzer, she eventually reached their floor and was just about to turn her key in the lock when the door swung wide open. Before she had time to react, she was brought face to face with a stressed-out Shanna, hair dripping wet from a shower. Not her favourite Shanna it had to be said. Not even in the Top Ten.

She grabbed Sarah by both shoulders. “I don’t know what I’m going to wear, Sarah! I’ve got less than an hour!”

“And hello to you, too!” Sarah smiled broadly, almost comically so, before Shanna lowered her head in embarrassment and moved out of the way so Sarah could physically get into her own home. She held the packages up. “Maybe there is something in here?”

Shanna shook her head. “No, they’re more summery. More formal.” She’d started fluttering around Sarah in a panic. “Do you still have that leather midi skirt? Do you think I could fit into it?”

“Uhh yeh it’s in the back of my closet somewhere.” she remembered. “Might be a bit warm, though? What are you gonna wear with it?”

“Well it’s a punky kind of bar, think it has live music and stuff so I thought maybe that Rolling Stones t-shirt and the maroon boots? Keep my hair down and casual?”

“So basically all of my clothes?” Sarah retorted. Shanna pressed her hands together in prayer and gave her the best pitiful smile she could manage, one she knew Sarah couldn’t resist. Shanna seemed to genuinely like this guy and if this guy was as charming and as smart as she told her he was, Sarah was sure she would like him, too. Hell, he’d be best friends with Scott and Chris in no time so long as he enjoyed football, Sam Adams, and didn’t put points on Shanna’s licence.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll see what I can pull together. Do you wanna borrow that heart necklace of mine? If you’re wearing your hair down, it’s probably best you avoid wearing earrings unless you want me to cut you out of them again.” Sarah shouted as she walked into her room unaware that Shanna had followed her closely behind.

“Oh god I hadn’t even thought that far. You know what, I might just cancel. This is just too much right now and I’m not even sure if he really likes me as anything more than a friend.” She feigned a dramatic flop onto Sarah’s bed, one arm landing across her forehead. Sarah delved through her closet to locate the desired items. If Shanna was threatening to cancel the date already, it must be serious.

“How many of you are going to this club?” Sarah asked, emerging from the closet doorway.

“Don’t know. Think three or four from my department and another couple from his?” she responded, hopelessness evident in her voice. Shanna never did well with vagueness where guys were concerned; everything had to be black and white with her.

“Come on, you’ve still got time.” Sarah encouraged as she carried some clothes and a couple of pairs of boots towards the bed. “Dry your hair and we’ll figure this out, OK?”

“Have I told you how much I love you lately?” Shanna pouted and Sarah tried to shrug off the pit growing in her stomach from her words. Shanna used every ounce of energy she could muster to get up and drag herself back into the bathroom leaving Sarah shaking her head.

It was only a rare occasion when Shanna took less time getting ready in the bathroom. Sarah had fond memories of shouting through the door back when they were at college and deciding to move in together required a complete 180 degree shift in her expectations. Still, in less than half an hour, here she emerged fully dressed, primer and foundation applied, and hair dried accordingly. It was a miracle of epic proportions and if she hadn’t shoved some false eyelashes into Sarah’s hand, Sarah would have snapped a photograph to send to the family as evidence that their little girl was growing up.

Thanks to her professional, steady hand, Sarah was always the eyelash-fixer among their group. While fixing a couple of lashes to the corners of her eyes, Sarah’s phone buzzed. It buzzed a couple more times in quick succession and she would have managed to ignore it had it not been for Shanna’a roving eye.

“Looks like someone wants you.” she murmured, trying her hardest not to move as Sarah held the glued lash in place with some tweezers.

“It’ll just be Audrey probably.” Sarah responded in no rush to check for herself, keeping a firm hold on what she was doing.

Shanna tried glancing to her side one more time to catch who it was but couldn’t quite make it out. It buzzed again. “I’d hate for you to miss out on a date with Greg on account of helping piece my pathetic love life together. Oooh maybe we could double-date!”

Shanna’s exclaim nearly caused Sarah to lose her grip on the tweezers but a sharp intake of breath convinced Shanna to give up the inquisition. “Sorry. Sorry.” she held her hands up as an apology before feeling Sarah’s hands relax as she moved across to the other eye.

Sarah was pleased to see Shanna eventually leave their apartment. Not because she wanted the peace particularly but just because it was nice to see her get excited over a guy that wasn’t Ben. She looked gorgeous, too. Sarah was quite proud of her work. If it wasn’t to be a proper date, it definitely would be after tonight. Robbie would be an absolute fool to miss out.

It was only when she slumped dow onto the couch and spent the next hour or so flicking through television channels that she remembered her phone had buzzed earlier on. She reluctantly peeled herself off the sofa and retrieved it from where it had originally landed on her bedside table. Honestly, it was like Shanna had taught her nothing.

From just two messages, Chris had attempted some mild flirtation with her before asking her if she knew what in God’s Name Penhaligon’s was.

Sarah 8.19pm: Perfume I think. Pretty old school brand. Why?

Chris 8.23pm: Mom wants it for her birthday. Never heard of it before. Scott thought it might be some kind of scarf??

She googled the name to make sure. Last thing she wanted was to end up ruining Lisa’s birthday celebrations with a present she absolutely did not want. Her birthday was something she took with increasing seriousness as each year passed by and her children and grandchildren grew older in front of her eyes. There was always a party of sorts, a massive cake, perhaps a theme, and a “suggestion list” for possible gifts. Well, they say “suggestion” but rarely did anyone dare deviate from “the list”. Sarah hadn’t yet considered buying a present but if Chris was already looking, she would no doubt need to catch up.

Sarah 8.34pm: Yep, pretty certain it’s a perfume. Pretty pricey. Good shout.

Sarah started scanning through her phone as another couple of messages caught her eye, some she had accidentally missed from earlier in the day. One from Audrey. One from Greg that she was not expecting.

Greg 7.02pm: Great news! 29th is set up. All you need to do is say the word! Don’t know how long I can hold the spot open so let me know as soon as you can. Have a great evening x

It took her a moment to register what he was talking about.

Chris 8.37pm: Cool THX What are you wearing??

Sarah stared down at the phone. She felt light-headed. There was far too much going on for this time of the day. She wiped at her forehead with her sweater sleeve and took a deep breath.

Sarah 8.41pm: You wouldn’t be interested lol

Chris 8.42pm: try me..........

He had a surprising habit these days of cheering her up.

Sarah 8.46pm: Nah I look a mess. Get out while you can.

Her phone started ringing almost as soon as she’d pressed ‘send’, Chris’ name flashing on her screen. She contemplated not answering now that her mood had taken a turn but she knew he would work out something was wrong and immediately dive over.

“Hey,” she answered, trying for a jovial tone but coming up just south of delirious.

“Hey you,” he smiled through the phone, happy to hear her voice. “In all the years I have known you, Bernette, not once would I describe you as looking like a mess.”

She laughed down the line. She made the right decision.

“...you are far too cute to ever be a mess. Do you know that? Like, I can already picture you with your sweats on, your hair tied up, soft skin...” he trailed off with a low sigh that she was sure was filthier than he intended it to be. “Man, that really does something to me.”

“You really know how to charm a girl. Have you figured this Penhaligon’s thing out yet? Was I right?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

She laughed again. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m not great with flirting over the phone. You should know that by now.”

“Then do it with me in person.” he proposed as if it was the easiest solution in the world. As if she wasn’t going to be distracted with thoughts of work and studies enough to not focus on him entirely. And he didn’t deserve to be second best.

It would have been all too easy to allow him to come over. Forget about overthinking things again. There truly was no one better at making her feel good about herself these days. Like, honest, through-the-bone good about herself, whatever that entailed. Goosebumps raised on her skin at the thought.

“I’m pretty whacked to be honest and...”

“What’s going on? Are you feeling alright?” he asked, concern evident in his tone. Whatever he had been pottering about with in the background had stopped all of a sudden.

“Yes! Yeh, I’m fine. Just...I dunno, boring. Plus, it’s Friday night! You should be out with the guys or whatever. Shan said Scott is having issues with Zach again. Is he OK?”

He laughed at her second lame attempt to deflect. He knew something was going on and he knew she knew he wouldn’t give up easily.

“Is Shanna there?” he asked.

“No, she went out with some friends.”

“So why don’t you ask me to come over and I’ll make you feel better than fine?”

She was lucky she was sat down or that her legs were crossed underneath her as she lounged on the couch, her back against the arm rest. His tone was causing her to feel things she shouldn’t be focussing on. What must it feel like to always be confident of your effect on people?

“Do you wanna come over?” she asked, treading lightly, not entirely anxious should he decline.

“I’ll be there in twenty.” He ended the call almost as abruptly as he had dialled it.

She remained where she sat for a moment, Greg’s text message still lighting up her screen. She wasn’t expecting for things to suddenly be so easy for her and it was strange how opening herself up to more possibilities could cause her to feel so immobile.

She would need to move at some point and as a helpless and as confused as she now felt, she knew it would look far too obvious to Chris if she bid to make herself up. She also didn’t really have the energy to do so. Lord, Chris really should have taken the out when he had the chance.

“Have I just walked into a teenage girl’s bedroom?” Chris asked, taking a look around as he entered the apartment not long afterwards. He clearly found the scene amusing although Sarah couldn’t under stand why. It was partly Shanna’s home after all. He should be used to girly mess. “What’s going on?”

“Shan has a date. I was helping her to get ready.” Sarah replied, humourously holding up the hairdryer like a trophy before dumping it back in her bedroom. “Sort of, actually. She doesn’t quite know if it’s a date date or a friend date.”

“I was told those didn’t exist.” Chris smirked, reaching for a bottle of water from her fridge.

“Well, she’s dressed up for one. Looks gorgeous.”

“I think you look gorgeous.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Chris, you don’t need to make any more effort, OK? You’re already in the apartment.”

“I think it bears repeating is all.”

He swallowed half the bottle of water before fixing her with a semi-quizzical stare. He tried to figure out what was going on as he watched her potter around the kitchen table, swiping something away into a cupboard, phone grasped in her hand. “What’s going on? You sounded weird on the phone and now you look like it as well.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” she answered far too quickly and tried to shrug it off but his body language told her he wasn’t buying it. She wasn’t sure what was bothering her more in this moment; him knowing her too well, or that he knew he knew her too well.

“OK, alright, well, it’s Friday night and I’m happy just hanging out and doing whatever but you can also talk to me as well. I’m not a monster.”

“It was her turn to look back at him, unsure of her next move or indeed his. she wondered if he was very likely regretting his decision to meet her now when twenty minutes in the opposite direction would take him to one of his favourite downtown dive bars. Instead, he rested against the side of the kitchen doorway, arms folded, a softness still present in his facial expressions. He seemed hesitant of what to say and she didn’t like the slight awkward air surrounding them. She didn’t want to venture into work-territory either.

“Do you want me to go, Sarah?”

She looked back up at him after a short spell spent staring down at her feet. “No. I don’t want you to leave. I’m just...there’s something...” she paused to re-evaluate her words. “You know what, it’s find. It’s nothing major. Of course I’m glad you’re here now.”

He pushed himself off from the counter and moved towards her, accepting of the greeting smile now covering her face, the bottle of water still in his grip. “Cool. Shall I follow your lead then, or...?”

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” she suggested, more casually than he would have liked. She didn’t know what to say to him now that all of her brain space was taken up with possibilities and wanting to call Audrey with the news. Chris hadn’t factored in watching a film but she seemed like she wanted a little peace and quiet and he had pretty much dived into the apartment as soon as she gave him the green light, eager as he was to see her without threat of Shanna walking in at any point.

“Movie sounds good.” He bobbed his head in agreement, content in their surroundings for now.

*

At some point towards the end of Searching, Chris quietly excused himself to go to the bathroom. Realising something was about to happen and not wanting to have to explain it to him after he returned, Sarah put the film on pause and headed into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She had held him at an arm’s length for most of the night, the couch seeming longer somehow, but was now feeling a slight chill despite the thick sweater reaching midway down her thighs. He would no doubt have been cosy to snuggle up to but she was still pondering Greg’s message and couldn’t concentrate on much else.

Her demeanour hadn’t gone unnoticed by Chris. A couple of times he caught the glare from her phone screen illuminating her face from below and wondered who had gotten her attention this evening. He stopped himself from making an obvious joke and was disappointed that she hadn’t noticed him glance across at her several times during the movie. He wasn’t much interested in watching it. Telling the truth, he’d seen it via a DVD screener Matt had sent him months earlier but she’d mentioned she was looking forward to watching it and in all honesty, he had figured they would curl up together and he would have still gotten something out of it.

“Chris? Do you want a cup of tea?” she hollered from the kitchen doorway. No response for what seemed to be a long, long minute. She switched the kettle off and began pouring him one anyway. She could always drink two if he didn’t want it.

“Chris?” she shouted again.

She walked into the lounge to place the cups down and clocked the bathroom door ajar and seemingly empty. Maybe he left without telling her. In all fairness, she wouldn’t have been surprised or annoyed. She’d barely given him a moment of attention for the last two hours.

She wandered slowly down the hallway first passing Shanna’s bedroom before reaching her own and finding him stretched out across the bottom of her bed. She giggled and leaned on the side of the doorway. He looked rather comfortable. A little too comfortable. Maybe he wanted some company?

“What are you up to, Evans?”

He tilted his head up to find her standing there. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to notice I was gone.” He leaned up further and rested on one arm to fully take sight of her. His eyes appeared a little dopey, a thing that always seemed to give away his nefarious intentions. From the angle he was now lying in, the size of his bicep looked ridiculous. It could not have been an accidental move and she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t working for her.

“Are you bored? You can absolutely go if you have a better offer, I promise I won’t mind.” she offered by way of an apology but he stayed looking at her, not moving or responding to her offer. Being caught under his glare like this was unnerving to say the least. His hair looked a little messy from where he had been lying down yet he still made zero effort to move at all.

“I’m not bored.” He finally spoke, sincerity lacing his voice. “Are you? You seem distracted tonight.”

She didn’t know how to respond except to say he was right and to apologise again. She hadn’t figured out what to say to Greg yet so explaining her thought process to Chris wasn’t going to get her very far. It was times like this, when he was looking at her like that, that she wished she had the confidence to try and shut him up the old-fashioned way.

“Come here...” It was barely a whisper and she would have doubted he had spoken at all if it wasn’t for the hand he was now holding out towards her. He didn’t blink once.

She couldn’t refuse him and moved slowly to stand in the middle of his now-parted legs hanging off the end of the bed as he sat up. She watched as he closed his eyes when he felt her fingers smooth through his hair. There was something so calming about her touch, the deliberate graze of her nails sending little shocks down his spine. He wasn’t normally fussed by a woman playing with his hair even if occasionally he liked it when they pulled on it but something about her slow, tender touch was unlike anything he had felt before.

He moved his hands to the side of her thighs before pulling her legs down to either side of him. “I love looking at you from here.” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist making sure she couldn’t get away from him.

She moved in to kiss him, softly at first before she felt his tongue glide along her bottom lip, a wordless request for her to open up. He paused for a second, taking her in while she caught her breath before kissing her deeper than before. She pulled his t-shirt up from the hem and he reached up over his back to grab it and whip it off in record time. Not one of his proudest moments, it caught on his watch as he tried and failed to fling it to the side of them and he made a mental note to try that move again when he felt her chuckle against the side of his neck. He didn’t much mind being a dork in front of her. She knew he wasn’t as cool as he made himself out to be.

His hands found their way into her hair as he caressed the strands out of her face. He loved how silky it felt between his fingers and how faintly it smelled of coconut, her signature smell by now. Her hands gripped his wrists before slowly moving up his biceps and grasping at his shoulders while he pulled her down onto him to allow her to feel how hard he was becoming from her touch. He wanted to know she was only thinking about him. She felt him push up into her core and arousing her even more. His breaths were getting shorter while his hands moved down her sides in an attempt to hook into her leggings and drag them down and off her body. She moved a hand away from his shoulders to help him with his mission but a tapping sound soon broke her from her reverie.

“Wait.” she was still holding on to his arms to steady herself until things went quiet and his hands froze on her waist. Their breathing levelled out quickly and Chris threw her a confused look. “Do you hear something?”

“What?” He gasped. “No, nothing.” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back down to kiss him hard. His hands firmly gripped her ass until she was putting pressure back where he wanted it. She quickly forgot what she was thinking about while he moved her slowly along his growing length. He moved one hand up her side, dragging her sweater up with it so his fingers could finally feel her skin underneath. Her hands were pushing down on his chest a bit harder and in a moment that took her by total surprised he quickly flipped them over so she was lying underneath him, completely encased by his strong forearms.

Kissing her was so easy he couldn’t believe he hadn’t done it sooner. Her lips were soft, some of the softest her had ever touched. He figured she kissed like she wanted to be kissed, and he wanted to kiss her back like no boy had ever kissed her before. It was soft and hot and breathy and turning him on immensely. Neither was trying to win a battle but rather seeking and enjoying their closeness, the sharing of this one single sensation, outside world be damned.

The prospect of being uninterrupted was giving him all kinds of ideas. Her breathing was hot against his skin and he knew she was in the zone with him. They’d never particularly been slow and up until this point, he hadn’t much minded but he knew there was some part of her she was holding back and honestly, it was thrilling to him that he was determined to figure her out.

Pinning her underneath, one hand reached down and grazed the inside of her thigh. A little more pressure just over her clit caused her breath to hitch with a sudden squeak ever so slightly until they smiled back into their kiss, tongues massaging together. Honestly, he could carry on doing this for hours if he knew for sure there would definitely be another time they had this opportunity.

She opened her eyes to find him resting so close above her and evidently relishing the way she was lightly tickling the back of his neck with her fingers. Another languid kiss followed before he caught the side of her neck between his teeth and pushed himself against her core, her wetness increasingly apparent to him. She was growing accustomed to his need to tease her like this that she almost missed the scraping sound that had returned, only this time it was louder and sounded like it was coming from just down her hallway. She would have loved nothing more than to continue focussing on the hot breath now ghosting across her neck and shoulders but, panicking, she grudgingly pushed him off her.

“Fuck, what is that?”

Helpless and slightly dazed, all he could do was watch her get up from the bed to stand by the door. With an ear close to the gap, she listened out for another sound. Quieter than before, she swore she heard what sounded like shuffling followed by something being dropped on the ground.

Spying him about to protest, she shook her head. “Nope. Nope, that’s definitely something.” She proceeded to tiptoe out of her room and down the hall towards the kitchen, her bare feet treading ever so lightly and managing to dodge the one creaky floorboard. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to find but felt a brief surge of confidence knowing the vision of Captain America might alarm whoever was attempting to break in to her home and presumably try to murder them both. He was 6 foot and built like a tank, he could absolutely save them both if push came to shove.

Of course, no one was there that she could immediately see. Maybe something had fallen off the wall instead, or perhaps had been knocked over by a strong breeze coming in via the open window in the lounge? Maybe she was hearing things after all or maybe it was a burglar but they got startled and ran away when they heard footsteps inside. Maybe it was just their neighbour moving around next door but it sounded a little too close for that. She resorted to the only thing she could think of in that moment and picked up a spatula just in case.

Chris was reluctantly putting his t-shirt back on when he followed quietly behind her, shaking his leg to relieve some of the tension in his boxers. Something banged again but this time she was sure it was coming from outside of her front door. He could now hear it as well but wasn’t entirely sure what she was hoping to accomplish with a plastic spatula in her hand.

She held her finger up to her lips to stop him from making any noise and peered through the peephole. She couldn’t see anything. Gingerly, she decided to open the door and jumped backwards when there, on the ground hunched up and leaning against the door frame, was a rathe intoxicated Shanna. Her bag had been emptied in a hurry like she’d been trying to locate her keys, and her coat was falling off her shoulders. She was half-asleep.

Chris snorted from somewhere close behind Sarah unable to contain himself, instantly familiar with the view in front of him. Sarah exhaled with some kind of relief that they were safe from a mass-murderer.

“I don’t believe it...” she spoken quietly.

“I do!” Chris could barely stop the laughter coming out now.

She and Chris moved to help her into the apartment, each grabbing her under one arm. Chris bared the majority of her weight while Sarah carried her bag and as a many contents as she could find. They managed to manoeuvre her into her bedroom where she promptly fell forward, head first, onto her bed,

“Fuckin’ waster,” he laughed heartily before Sarah punched his arm to stop him  from waking her. the room fell silent for a moment before the unmistakeable sound of Shan snoring took over. Chris closed the door behind them before following Sarah to the kitchen where she collected the remaining items that had fallen out of her bag. Picking up her phone, she checked for scratches.

“Well at least she didn’t lose it this time,” she held up the mobile to him but noticed he couldn’t stop grinning. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” he shook his head. “I just wish I’d taken a picture of her. Scott would have a heart attack. Always told her she couldn’t handle her drink!”

“i don’t know how you’d explain getting hold of a photo of her.”

“Oh yeh, good point.” he chuckled in reponse. They regarded each other for a moment, Chris clearly hopeful they could pick up from where they left off.

“I think you should go,” Sarah thought apologetically.

He paused before answering, expecting her to have been joking. “Why? She’s passed out on her bed. She’ll be asleep for hours. Do you have any idea how many times I have seen her like this?”

“Have you any idea how many times I have seen her like this? She’ll wake up in the middle of the night and get into bed with me and it’d be a lot easier to handle if I didn’t have to explain to her why her bother was also there.”

“Sarah, we could throw a rave and she wouldn’t wake up.”

He was making no effort to move, instead fixing her with a stare waiting for her to recognise how ridiculous she sounded. His hands pinched at his hips and he looked a foot taller than before

“Seriously, Chris, you’re just going to have to leave.”

He took a couple of steps towards her, bare feet padding along the hard, cold floor. “I haven’t see you all week.” He moaned, hands reaching out for her hoping the memory of where they had been would be enough to convince her he should stay.

“That’s not true. You saw me the other day.” It was a weak response. Even she knew that.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

She offered back nothing. She had no response. He was disappointed and equally as frustrated with his lack of a decent comeback. He should definitely stay. He should be rocking her world right this moment and whispering filthy things into her ear but instead, all he could do was stand there and shake his head in defeat. When he made eye contact with her again, she looked somehow smaller in some way and he found it hard to continue being frustrated with her. He understood what she was doing as much as he didn’t want to.

Resigned, he shuffled towards her and embraced her in a hug. She felt him semi-hard against her tummy, briefly doubting her choices. It stirred something exciting inside her to think she could make him feel that way and mentally chastised Shanna for cock-blocking her. She felt bad for kicking him out like this.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” she whispered.

He loosely pulled away from their hug and looked down at her. He playfully raised an eyebrow and looked down at her lips, still pink and swollen, before chastely planting a kiss on them.

“I am absolutely going to hold you to that.”

*

Shan finally made an appearance the following morning looking like death warmed up. She’d somehow managed to remove her clothes but had a pyjama top on backwards and her hair was sticking out in all directions. She had Sarah’s expert eyeliner and a false lash smudged down one cheek.

Sarah was eating breakfast and checking the news on her phone when she saw the creature from the black lagoon emerge into her kitchen. Stifling a laugh at the sorry sight standing before her, she felt a pang of sympathy seeing every step cause her pain. Shan just pouted at her before taking a seat at the kitchen table, resting her forehead in her hands while Sarah fixed her a glass of juice and some aspirin. She took it gratefully before groaning.

“Remind me never to do shots again.” she stressed. Sarah knew it wouldn’t last, not with that Boston blood coursing through her veins. “Was Chris here last night?”

Sarah froze, a sudden ring clouding her ears. “Erm, no, he wasn’t.” She turned to put her bowl in the sink and tried to hide any blushes. She didn’t know who felt more like shit in this exact moment.

“Oh I could have sworn I heard him is all.” Shan said, more to herself than to anyone else. “God, it’s good he wasn’t. He’d have a ball game seeing me in that state. How awful was I?”

“Not very,” Sarah lied again.

“How did I even get home?” she asked, trying to piece together the flashes of memories that kept racing through her mind.

“Um, I think your friends dropped you off in a taxi and you somehow managed to get up the stairs but then I guess you couldn’t find your keys...?” Shan managed a puzzled look. “You were slumped against the front door.” She refilled her glass with juice. “You’ve been in bed for, like, twelve hours.”

“Shit, we must have started early.”

“Well it happens to the best of us.” Sarah sat next to her and pushed a loose piece of hair out of her sweaty, red face. “Your hair looks OK! I don’t think there is anything stuck in it this time.”

Shanna laughed for the first time before her head panged in revenge.

“So? Did anything happen with Robbie?” Sarah asked, a cheeky grin crossing her face. By the look on Shanna’s face, the answer was a resounding “no” but it could very well have been the alcohol-induced hurricane currently running though her head.

“Well, it was a great night regardless. You’d love the bar. I think we ran into that guy, the porter from your hospital? Pat something? Did you know he plated in a band?”

“Um, no, not at all. Wow.” Sarah was trying to picture Patrick with an array of different instruments to see which suited him before remembering the awkward time he attempted to drum Phil Collins’ ‘In The Air Tonight’ with two scalpels. “Actually, he does seem the type. I’ll have to let Audrey know. She’ll love this.”

“He sounded pretty decent. It’s not just punk music or heavy rock. I think we should all go one night. Maybe as part of Mom’s birthday week.” Shanna perked up a little, proud of the idea that had materialised in her head against all odds. “It’s amazing what people can do when they put some effort in. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Where you might be now if you just took a chance.”

Following a night of heavy drinking, Sarah wasn’t expecting such an existential conversation at this point in the day. But it was a good point regardless. She grabbed her phone from the table and typed out a message to Greg.

“Yes. I’m in.”

*

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Burn III (Stark!Reader)

III: Fake Smile 

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: Peter wants to get to the bottom of things.

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Avengers X Reader

Requested? Yes

Changed to 2nd person POV

This got deleted so I re-uploaded it with revisions!

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

•

In the next few weeks, you and Peter spent as much time together as you possibly could. You went to the movies, worked in your lab, and even started saving the city more as a pair. The papers had started to call the two of you the latest Dynamic Duo.

But there was still something that made Peter feel uneasy. Something that would brush at the ends of his spider senses and instantly put him on edge.

Every time Peter would come in unannounced and you were working — which was often — you would either shut the monitors and holograms off completely or switch it to something you and Peter had already been working on.

And every time Peter went to ask you about you it would brush it off and continue on to something completely different. It was getting under his skin, but not in a way that made him angry. In a way that made him concerned.

The wounds Harley left behind were healing but still fresh. You were becoming more like yourself every day but then there would be days where he felt he had lost you completely. Occasionally you would spend a few hours in the White Room letting off steam. He tried not to think too much of it but it was much more often than ever before.

Today, Peter was determined to get a straight answer out of you. He needed to make sure you weren’t in danger or endangering yourself.

His plans were blindsided, however, when he walked stopped himself from entering your lab when he saw you at work on Bucky’s arm. The two of you were having what looked to be a heated conversation as you focused glaringly on the work you were doing.

Peter was never one to pry but he and never seen you and Bucky like this. So, rude as it might be, he quickly stuck to the ceiling outside of your lab and focused his enhanced hearing on what was happening inside. Thank god the sound-proofing glass wasn’t down.

“—have to know this isn’t healthy Y/N. The kids a prick, time to let him be that. Alone. Or with the Y/N wannabe he chose,” said Bucky, finality, and malice in his voice.

There was a zapping sound followed by an, “Ow,” from Bucky.

“Thanks for your unwanted input Sergeant but I’m a big girl and a scientist. I can decide what is and isn’t healthy for me,” you replied sounding exasperated with the conversation.

“What if Tony finds out?”

A pause.

“Then I’ll deal with it.”

“Parker,” Steve’s voice said from below and Peter was so startled he unstuck and fell back-first onto the hard floor. He groaned loudly, as Steve reached out his hand to help the young man up.

“Thanks. Hi, Mr. Rogers,” Peter said, not looking him in the eyes as he blushed profusely.

“Do I want to know what you were doing up there?” Steve asked, and Peter spared a glance at the man’s face to see it riddled with knowing.

He shook his head and Steve walked into Y/N’s, Peter followed. Your mood changed immediately at the sight of the Captain and Spider, you smiled brightly at them and Peter felt his heart flip on its own accord.

“Hey Cap, Peter. What’s up?” You asked, as she hit something on Bucky’s open arm and it folded in on itself, sealing.

“Picking up Buck for afternoon training. I need a sparring partner,” he said, lightly punching Bucky on his flesh shoulder.

“I’d be careful if I were you, I just upgraded his arm,” you told him, packing away tools she used and closing hologram schematics.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Steve said before Bucky jumped off of the table he was sitting on and quickly grabbed Steve in a headlock with said upgraded arm. He pushed his knuckles into the blonde man’s head before releasing him.

“You guys wanna come?” Steve asked as he straightened his posture.

“No. I have a few things to finish up here, Pete?” You asked, looking to him.

Peter looked at Bucky’s arm as he flexes it — on purpose. The metal was darker than the one from Hydra but lighter than Shuri’s. It looked…intense. To say the least.

“Pass,” he said flatly, “I have to patrol later.”

You let out a small chuckle as the super soldiers see themselves out. Before Bucky fully leaves, however, he calls over his shoulder.

“We’re finishing our conversation later Y/N.” You just rolled your eyes and waved him off.

You take a seat in one of the high spinning chairs, pats the seat beside her for Peter. He quickly moves next to her, pink dusting his cheeks.

She grabs his wrists and looks at the web-shooters on them, “I have some things I want to tweak on these. Do you mind?” she asked.

“Not at all,” Peter said as he took them off and Y/N began bustling around the room getting tools. She pulled up a couple of holograms and schematics as she sat back down beside him.

You were both quiet for a moment.

“So how’ve you been?” Peter asked trying his best not to seem awkward, it had been a couple of days since they had last seen each other. Finals were coming up and it was making Peter even busier.

“Fine,” you replied as you began to tinker with the left web shooter. Peter stared to mess with one of the holograms.

“What’d Bucky mean about finishing the conversation? Were you guys talking about anything important?” He asked and you gave a glance to his slightly distracted face before going back to the task at hand.

“No. Well I mean, I don’t think it’s important but Bucky does,” you told him, a bit of an edge to your voice.

“Why?” Peter asked, doing what he could to get more information out of you.

“Because Bucky likes to blow things out of proportion, and even more so when they concern me for some reason,” you told him, hooking his web-shooters up to the monitor.

“Things like…?” Peter pressed and purposefully trailed off.

“You okay Peter? You’re not usually this curious about my little fights with Bucky,” you said and sat up straight to press the back of one of your hands onto Peter’s forehead.

“I’m fine,” he replied, gently pushing your hand down, “I just want to make sure you’re okay I —“

“Peter, I already told you I’m alright. Don’t you believe me?” You placed both of your hands into your lap as the two of you turned to face each other.

“It’s not that I don’t — It's just, I feel like you’ve been hiding something?” He said no better time to rip the band-aid off—right?

You crossed your arms, “Like what?”

“I don’t know. But whenever I walk in you’re always shutting something off or switching it to something else. Should I be concerned?”

“How can you be concerned when it’s something that doesn’t concern you?” There was what sounded like genuine curiosity in your voice along with a misplaced venom. Peter knew better.

“Y/N you’re one of my closest friends, and one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. I know when I should and shouldn’t be concerned about you,” Peter told you and your body lost some of its tension.

“If I tell you, you have to pinky swear not to tell my dad,” you held her out your pinky.

“Pinky swear,” Peter said and interlocked your pinky with his own. Peter, you rarely saw her this serious outside of your superhero uniform. This put him even more on edge.

You let out a deep breath in one quick huff, “FRIDAY, pull up project 87-16,” you said and the room dimmed and the glass windows and door frosted automatically — Peter assumed the room also went soundproof.

You stood at the empty space in the middle, holograms surrounded you as monitors switched to files that the young man had only ever caught a glance of. Peter thought vaguely of the numbers, they sounded so familiar but he was too busy looking all around the room to think about them for too long.

“Y/N, what is all this?” Peter asked, finally registering the information he was reading over, walking slowly around the room.

“It’s something Harley and I started. He wanted to be a superhero and I promised him that I would help,” You said, a hint of shame clouding your voice at Peter’s wide eyes.

He stopped walking when he saw a video on one of the monitors, he hit play.

You were standing next to a seated Harley in your white lab coat, jeans, and your hair was pulled back into a tight bun. You looked serious, and there was a glint of fear in your eyes.

“Test 22. My name is Y/N Stark and this will be my first attempt at transferring my synthesized superhuman DNA into a human subject. Subject is Harley Keener, male, aged sixteen. No known superhuman abilities.” You picked up a syringe and looked at Harley, “Are you sure about this? This isn’t the same as lab rats.”

Harley gripped your free hand and looked up into her eyes, “Of course, I trust you with my life Firefly,” he said and you nodded, a smile tugging at your lips at the nickname. Harley sat back in the chair.

You stuck the syringe in his arm and a bright orange liquid disappeared into his veins.

The camera skipped but the time in the corner showed that about thirty minutes had passed.

“How do you feel?” You asked.

“I definitely feel different,” he said.

“Good different?”

Harley nodded and stood, “I’m going to try a small flame.”

Harley held out his hand, after a few moments the smallest of orange flames appeared in his palm and then vanished. You and Harley cheered and you jumped into his arms, catching you and spinning you around with ease. After putting you down Harley began to cough. The coughs turned ragged and soon he was coughing up blood, you screamed his name and rushed to help him. The camera cut out.

The next video was a close-up. You were alone and the lab was dark. Your eyes were puffy and red like you had been crying.

“Project 87-16, test 22. Failure. Subject Harley Keener survived but continues to —“ you were cut off by your own sobs, “to cough up blood.” You switched the camera off before you broke down.

Peter is startled when a warm hand falls on his forearm. He looked over to you, your eyes brimming with tears.

“That was the first and last test I ever did on him,” You began, your voice was quiet.

“But how did you —“ Peter started to ask before you cut him off.

“I synthesized the portion of my DNA that has my powers and made a concentrated serum. Bucky found out, by accident. I was rewatching a video with my headphones in when he came in. He didn’t stop asking me about it until I finally caved. He’s the only other person who knows about this.” Your were practically gripping his forearm now but your eyes were glued to the darkened monitor. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of your face.

“This is dangerous Y/N if someone got ahold of this, HYDRA or whoever. Even SHIELD would be on you for this one, and Mr. Stark —“

“Don’t you think I know that? Every piece of myself and my DNA is in here. If someone wanted to kill me this would show them how. If they wanted to make a clone, every component is here,” your voice was still quiet as you looked to his face. The hologram behind you gave your face a solemn blue glow.

“Destroy it,” Peter said.

“What?”

“Y/N you said it yourself, there too much of you on here. You can’t have it, no matter how many times you embedded it or how many firewalls and security measures you put up. This is dangerous,” he said.

“You sound like Bucky,” you told him, as the lightest of smiles tugged at your lips.

“Well I think he’s right,” there was a finality in Peter’s voice that you rarely hear from him. You don’t want to admit it but you liked it — a lot.

“I can’t,” you tell him and let go of his forearm, turning around and taking great interest in a hologram of your own DNA, spinning it. He turns with you, never taking his eyes off of your face.

“Why not?” he asked and you quickly glanced at him, eyes filled to the brim with shame and guilt. “Don’t tell me you’re still doing this with Harley,” he says, desperation edging at his voice.

“I made a promise.” You said, voice was stronger now but you still refused to look at him.

Peter felt his blood boil, “So did he!” Peter nearly shouted and your hand fell back to your side as you looked at him.

“I —“ you started.

“No, Y/N, you have to stop protecting him. He doesn’t deserve you or your help after what he did,” he took both of your hands in his so you had to fully turn to him, “Y/N/N, you could get seriously hurt helping someone who has no right to that help,” Peter said.

“Am I supposed to just cut him out forever?” You asked, but Peter could see as the relief started to cloud your eyes.

You needed this. You needed someone other than Bucky to tell you to stop. You needed a new way out.

“Not forever,” Peter said as he brought you in for a hug. “Just for now.”

The two of you pulled away but paused halfway through letting each other go. You were reminded once again of what a pretty brown Peter’s eyes were. The blue light from the hologram gave them a shine that she had never seen before.

You found yourself leaning towards Peter and Peter slowly made his way to you. They met somewhere in the middle. Their lips connected in a slow, tender kiss that was unplanned but not unwanted and filled with bottled up emotions.

It’s warm, Peter thought. She’s warm.

You didn’t know how long the two of you stayed connected but all too soon you were rudely interrupted by Peter’s phone chiming with a crime alert.

They pulled apart slowly and Peter’s lips pulled up at the corners, he tried his best to tune out the sound as he studied your face. Unbeknownst to you he had a crush on you for so long but you were already in a relationship upon your first meeting and— not to mention — her dad was his boss. Your eyes nearly glowed as a beautiful smile brightened her features.

“Duty calls,” You said and Peter blushed as he reached in his pocket for his phone to see how serious it was.

“And it seems like they could actually use Spider-Man for this one,” he told you before he shoved the phone back into his pocket and begrudgingly moved away from you to put on his web-shooters.

After he placed them on his wrists he turned to make a hasty exit before having a second thought.

Peter walked up to you once more and grabbed you by the waist with one arm, his free hand grabbed the back of your neck, bringing into a short, deep kiss.

You were breathless when he pulled away.

“I’ll call you later,” he told her, a blushing mess and a startling difference from someone who had just kissed you like that.

“Okay,” you said dreamily as he walked out.

“FRIDAY,” Y/N called out to the AI after taking a few moments to regain your bearings.

“Yes Miss Stark?” the AI replied.

“Seal Project 87-16. And send a message to Harley Keener,” you told the disembodied voice.

“What would you like me to say?” FRIDAY asked.

“It’s over.”

•

NEXT CHAPTER

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Blank Canvas

{Story set in my rp verse with @kaibagirl007 }

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There were times when Seto loved his mansion. With it being so spacious, he could just work in silence in one of the rooms and avoid everyone. Than there are times when he hated how big it was, especially when he couldn't find something....or someone.

This was one of those times.

"Muffin?...Muffin?! Are you still here?" Seto called out through the mansion. About Two hours ago, Aqua texted him asking if it was to come over. At the time, he was busy with emails and other small mundane tasks for KaibaCorp to make Monday's work load a little easier. When he saw it, He was kinda deep and wanted to finish what he was doing, so he texted back saying he could, but he was busy so he wouldn't be able to greet him.

Well....That was two hours ago. Aqua didn't even great Seto himself. Just why did he come over anyway?

"Muffin?!" Seto huffed slightly. Damn he hated his mansion right now. And here he was excited for a cuddle session with his sugar muffin.

"Aquamarine?" Seto called out to a part of the mansion that even he rarely visited. There he heard soft singing of an angels voice. He couldn't help but smile softly and follow the voice to a door that was slightly cracked. Gently pushing it open, he couldn't help but blink from the bright Sunlight streaming from the window.

And sitting in front of it, was his sweet Aquamarine.

The smaller man was sitting on stool in front of an easel holding a small canvas. He was painting covered short overalls and messy t-shirt, and his hair was in a long pigtail. In his ears he could easily see earbuds in.

'Explains why he didn't answer me...'Seto thought with a soft sigh. Still he was happy to see Aqua and his heart melted at how cute his boyfriend was, singing and swaying to the beat, yet still was able to...do whatever he was doing. Just what was he up to?

Quietly walking over, he hugged Aqua from behind and laid his chin on Aqua's soft hair. Said name jumped and looked slightly panicked before relaxing. Giggling softly and pulling out his ear buds, he glanced up.

"Hey Teddy Bear, I thought you were busy working." Aqua asked. Both shared a quick kiss before Seto answered.

"I was, than I heard a beautiful voice and just had to follow it." Seto said, chuckling at Aqua's slight blush. While Aqua never saw his voices appeal, Seto did and loved to compliment him whenever he could. Before Aqua could argue, Seto's eyes turned to the Canvas and the sketch. It looked familiar...

"Is it...a blue eyes?" Seto asked and Aqua beamed.

"Yep...But which Blue Eyes~" Aqua said teasingly. Seto got a thoughtful look, before looking back at the canvas. It didn't look like any of his three blue eyes he had in his deck, and he doubted Aqua knew of the fourth that he....yeah.

So that left one option.

"Its Nacre!" He said grinning and Aqua nodded. Seto got a smug look on his face, and Aqua giggled.

"I finished the sketch and I'm proud of how it turned out, but I still need to paint it." He also stretched (Seto moved back when he did this).

"But I also need a break..." He sighed. Seto chuckled.

"Well you can always take one." He said smiling. "However, I must say Muffin It will never cease to amaze me how easily talented you are with art. You did something like this in just two hours-"

"Its been two hours?!" Aqua exclaimed and Seto laughed.

"As I was saying, you could do something like this in a short time span and it looks so perfect." Aqua rolled his eyes.

"Its not perfect, Her jaw is slightly out of proportion, her wings aren't fully symmetrical, her eyes aren't as detailed as I like-"

"You are your own worse critic Muffin." Seto said sighing and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend again. Aqua shrugged slightly.

"Besides this is just some practice..." He said before his eyes brightened, and he turned to his boyfriend with shining eyes.

"Wanna do a free style paint with me?" He asked excitedly. Seto blinked and looked at Aqua with confusion

"Aqua, must I remind you of Adena?" He said skeptically. Aqua gave a soft giggle before standing up.

"Yeah, I know." He started before grabbing another canvas and setting the nacre one aside. "But Freestyle has no rules! You can do whatever you please!" He said happily and looking at Seto.

"It could be fun, We could create something together..." He said with a hint of shyness and Seto relented. He really couldn't say no to Aqua...he just couldn't.

"Alright Muffin...you win." He said with an smile. Aqua giggled and started pulling out paints.

"You probably want to change clothes. Paint is messy, and takes....a lot to wash out." Aqua said laughing bitterly and Seto gave a smile.

"Alright, I'll be back in a second." He said walking back to his room. He didn't have a lot of "relaxing" clothes, outside of Pajamas, but he did have a pair of comfortable sweatpants and the aheago shirt he got for his birthday he didn't know why he kept it..

Walking back to the room he left Aqua in, He felt elated..excited! Was painting together something "normal" couples do? He gave a quiet chuckle to himself. Since when did he become so...comfortable with this feeling. He didn't know...and if he was honest he didn't care.

Walking into the room where he left Aqua, He saw that there was now a stool for him and Aqua was busy pulling out paints. He had this look of total focus on his face. It was a look that Seto wasn't too familiar with, but it was one that gave him shivers. And as soon as he saw that look, it vanished like the wind and was replaced by the soft, sunshine smile he loved so dearly when there eyes met

"Oh there you are! Come on, All thats missing is you!" Aqua said waving him over, which Seto happily obliged. Sitting on the other stool, Aqua handed him a paintbrush and held out an pallette of colors. Seto looked them all over before dipping his brush in Red Eyes Red and was about to start painting....

Except he didn't

Seto just....sat there, blank minded. He wanted to paint, but he didn't know what. Also he couldn't just undo a mistake like he could press backspace on his computer. It made him nervous...what if messed up and it looked bad?!

'This is why I work with technology..' Seto thought bitterly to himself

Aqua watched his boyfriend's eyes start to cloud over. Not a good sign as it meant Seto was over thinking...Again. Aqua gave a soft sigh before picking a paintbrush of his own. He gave a glance to the paint pallette and then Seto before a mischievous grin came to his mind. Dipping his brush in Blue Eyes Blue he painted a heart on Seto's cheek.

"What's the use of feeling blue~"

Seto blinked back to reality when he felt something wet on his cheek. Raising a hand, he felt something sticky...and heard his giggling boyfriend. A quick glance to Aqua was all he needed to know what happened. He gave a soft sigh before smiling...than looking at Aqua more closely.

Aqua has beautiful caramel skin, aside from a few tiny scars he got from childhood, it was perfectly flawless in Seto's eyes. It was also...clean. A small smirk came across his face.

Oh yeah...He knew exactly what he wanted to paint now.

Aqua's eyes were shut and he was still giggling. Seto leaned over and painted Aqua's neck. Said name yelped and looked at a now Smug CEO.

"Seto!!"

"Hey I was just painting on my Canvas~" Seto said teasingly before readying his brush for another attack. Aqua did a quick mental debate.

He could A. Use his magic and easily paint Seto or B. No Magic and get easily owned.

Both are tempting....and He shouldn't Magic to cheat when Seto was pretty powerless

Aqua gave a playful smirk and readied his own paint brush.

"Well then, It seems I have a very handsome canvas in front of me." He said waving his own brush. Both men were in a stand off, staring at each other with a playful seriousness.

They waited for whoever would strike first, a stillness was in the air.

Seto struck first, easily painting Aqua's neck more and making the smaller man start giggling. Damn Seto's speed! Aqua swiped his paint brush against Seto's forehead, and Seto instinctivly pulled back and gave a playful glare at his boyfriend. He quickly cleaned off his brush and dipped it in Baby Dragon Orange and grabbed Aqua around his waist and started painting Aqua's arms with random doodles.

Aqua started to laugh loudly and squirm. It didn't really tickle, but it did still feel funny to the smaller male and his skin was unfortunately to sensitive for his own good. Seto himself started chuckling. He couldn't deny how adorable his muffins laugh was. However his eyes drifted close while he was laughing, and Aqua struck back.

Using his magic to clean his brush, He changed the color to Dark Magician Purple and he painted Seto's neck and ears. Seto shivered and recoiled. He gave a glance to the giggling man next to him. Despite being painted on...he couldn't help but melt.

He was making Aqua laugh, a sense of proud filled him.

Until Aqua coated his paintbrush in Insect Queen Green and accidentally got it in his hair.

There was an errie silence for a second as both males looked at each other. Aqua suddenly looked worried and flustered and started trying to clean it off.

"Shit, I'm so sorry Seto, I didn't mean for that to happen! Oh Kami-" Aqua said in a rushed panicked voice. Seto took a moment to process what exactly JUST happened.

There was paint in his hair

It was green

It was probably ugly

His boyfriend is panicking. Wait What?

Seto looked to his boyfriend who's eyes darkned spectacularly. Which was never a good sign. So slowly..very slowly, Seto reached his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him into his lap, which made Aqua yelp than burst into giggles when Seto Nuzzled his neck, a clean part

"Hey now...I'm not mad." Seto said playfully kissing his boyfriends cheek. He grabbed his paintbrush again, and started painting Aqua's other arm, alongside just gently tapping his fingers on Aqua's stomach. Sending the smaller male in a fit of laughter.

Aqua squirmed and wiggled, but Seto had a tight grip on his waist so he couldn't do much. Except laugh, that he could do!

"Seto!" He managed to get out. "You absolute Bastard! You suck!" Which made Seto himself laugh. He knew Aqua was just throwing empty insults his way, and he just let them roll off his back. This was probably his favorite way to make Aqua laugh, and how he loved when he did.

But he also knew when to stop. The second he did Aqua panted, trying to fill his lungs with much needed air. He than turned to his boyfriend with a playful glare.

"One of these days, I'm going to find all your ticklish spots and go to town on you." He said, his eyes glittered with mischief. Seto gave his trademark smirk.

"I'd love to see you try~" It wasn't as if Seto wasn't ticklish, he was, but it was in very few spots, and Aqua only knew one. So he was safe for the moment. He turned and started to clean his paint brush, before handing Aqua his.

"Let's paint for real this time, Shall we?" He suggested and Aqua nodded and cleaned his brush. Coating the brush in Kuriboh Brown, he started painting a base of a tree trunk and branches, which gave Seto an inspiration.

Coating his brush in Dark Magician Purple, He started painting a resemblance of the wisteria he had growing in the mansion gardens. It wasn't perfect by any means, but it was fun..and he was doing with the person he loved most.

Aqua on the other hand, cleaned his brush and pulled out his favorite color: Ra Gold. He started painting small golden vines on the tree, sometimes making small flowers along the way.

"That's beautiful Muffin." Seto said in a warm voice and Aqua's cheeks flushed with the praise. In return he kissed Seto's cheek and went back to painting. Both men painted in a blissful silence, occasion sounds of movement from cleaning a brush or a compliment.

Soon Seto cleaned his paintbrush for a final time and dipped in blue eyes blue, and started to create his favorite duel monster with accuracy. Well he tried at least. With each stroke of his brush, he felt a little less confident in himself and felt he was disrespecting Blue Eyes. His movements started to slow.

"Hey, It doesn't have to be perfect....as long as you had fun with your work, to me it'll always be a masterpiece." Aqua's soft voice drifted into Seto's ears and a smile worked its way to his lips. He placed a kiss on Aqua's head and went back to painting.

After a few minutes he stopped and sat his brush down. The form wasn't perfect, Nothing compared to Aqua's masterpiece of earlier....but it was his. It was theirs, and that was all that mattered.

"This is probably the most beautiful work of art I ever seen." Aqua said with a happy giggle and Seto rolled his eyes.

"No its not, Its nothing compared to what you can do."

"So? This is OUR masterpiece Mr. Kaiba and I will address it however I want." Aqua said in a playfully snobbish tone which made both men laugh before they shared a tender kiss.

Soft and tender, a feeling of happiness between the two before they separated. Aqua gave a bright smile before he looked down on himself and laughed.

"I need a shower..." He said and Seto chuckled.

"So do I...and I need my hair washed."

"Wanna kill two birds with one stone?" Asked the smaller male with a tone laced with mischief. Seto smirked.

"Are you going to keep your hands to yourself Muffin?"

"Hey it was you last time!" Both men gave another laugh as they started to clean up the area. Besides Aqua flicking paint at Seto a few times and Seto getting revenge, the place was clean in no time and Aqua held Setos hand.

"Ready to get clean?" He sang out and in response, Seto picked him up bridal style and started to walk out. Aqua clung to him and leaned on his shoulder. Looking back at their painting one last time, he aimed a little magic at it adding one final touch.

"Are you gonna hang our masterpiece~"

"Pssh, Probably not."

"Seto!!"

While the couples little squabble grew farther and farther, if one were to look at the painting now, They'd see an new addition.

A small golden lotus on top of the Blue Eye's head.

A few days later, Seto's Home office got a new decoration.

[jojoreadwhat]

one / GOOD GIRLS + p.j.k. x OFC story

Lizzie //

I opened the door to the disarrayed living room of my best friend's apartment. Immediately pinching my nose closed from alcohol and cannabis fumes grazing the brim. Cans and trash scattered all over his floor, even a pizza box lying in the middle of it. Mitzi, his Yorkie nibbling on what was left.

I rolled my eyes, this wasn't anything new for a Sunday morning at Paul's. He'd throw a party, make a big post about it all over his social accounts. Inviting fifty or more people, to celebrate some thing he took out of proportion. Like Got A New Whip!, or my favorite, Survived Another Hangover. Boy would use any excuse to throw a party. Last night I did give him the benefit of the doubt, it was his going away on tour party. Him, Les and Jake were hitting the road for the summer with their band LANY.

I was always the first to be invited, never attending yet I cleaned up the place like clock work. I usually had school work to catch up on or majority it was because I've never been much of a party person. Paul knew this, still always persistent about them. It just was never much of my scene, and he understood. But it still annoyed him that I haven't 'let loose' like he'd always say, since we've met.

We met during one of his shoots back when he modeled for Prada. I was the photographer's runner girl and he dug my Smiths shirt. Even with impeccable interests on our iTunes playlists. Paul and I have always been two different people I guess. Me being the calm in his life, cleaning his messes. Him being the storms, swirling in with a side of thunder.

But today, with the two extra hours of sleep and the espresso stop before getting here. I was not cleaning up this mess alone. Feeling my anxiety raise with each step I took throughout every foot of his apartment. Looking like it belonged in a Crate and Barrel catalog. Doused in white, with untouchable furniture and ugly artwork hanging poorly on the walls, despite all the chaos lying around.

I climbed the spiral staircase to his bedroom that took up the third floor. Same interior style like the rest of his place. With the exception of a California king, a clothes rack with a huge collection of Vans under it and a very hungover Paul. The brunette beauty was sprawled out over his grey percale striped sheets, barely covered by the matching duvet. His toned legs curled up from being six foot one and his ass in white briefs sticking out.

"Paul! Get up!" I yelled the first time. Walking around his room, picking up some of the clothes lounging along his rug. Folding them to keep my OCDs aligned.

He never stirred, "Pauuuul get up!" I said again, seeing him jump from the tone I picked up than before. Almost feeling like I was getting somewhere till I heard a slight snore.

I wouldn't really mind him sleeping off the hangover but tomorrow him and I, would be getting on a plane to his first show of the summer tour. Yes, you heard it right. I was going to endure my time on tour with the boys, I was completely ready. All my bags already at the door of my apartment. But knowing Paul, I knew the boy hasn't even pulled out his suitcase from his garage.

"C'mon Paul, I need you to get up." Explaining a little softer this time, earning a groan. Taking a seat on his armchair.

I watched as his messy waves popped up from the blanket, "Close those curtains please" he spoke, his voice raspy and still sleepy. I smirked, shaking my head.

"You don't have curtains. Your walls are windows," I began, as the Malibu sun shined bright. "How much did you drink last night?" He shuffled the blanket to cover himself completely now.

"Enough." He replied then, shifting to lay on his stomach. Sighing, I stood up fixing the throw poorly hanging on the chair I was in. "That's no excuse Paulie, you still have to pack and that mess downstairs is horrendous."

He didn't budge still giving me a reply, but like a two year old stuck in a twenty nine year old's body.

"I don't wanna." He whined, muffled into his pillow. I rolled my eyes stepping closer to the foot of his bed. "Oh how sad." I retorted back sarcastically. "You're really not going to start packing?"

The bed moved a little when he shook his head, "Nope." I put my hand to my hip, questioning him now. "And what about your wardrobe?"

"I'll buy a new one." He replied, leaving me to huff loudly. He was unbelievable. He probably could buy a new one, but I wasn't going to let him off the hook. One because he needed to get the hell up and two his closet was larger than mine.

I had my hands resting on the end of the bed, thinking of what to do next. First I decided to try and find his feet, which would be fast since they-

"If you touch my feet, I'll kick you Liz."

Aware of my intentions, I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. Ugh, I hate him. He ruins the fun. I ran my fingers through my hair. Staying silent for a little longer, brainstorming what I could do to pull this giant from bed.

Then it came to me.

I felt my cheeks rise in heat and my lips curl devilishly. Kicking off my Birks quietly before placing a foot onto the bed.

Paul never moved at first until I had both my feet on the bed and I could almost touch his ceiling. I watched his long lashes flutter open slowly and his soft green eyes peek up at my baby blues. Suddenly turning a shade I never seen before.

"What the fuck Lizzie!" He yelled.

Giggling at him as he bounced all over the bed from my jumping. Sometimes almost stepping onto his legs, just missing them as he shuffled to move. "Get up! Get up! Get upppppp!" I cried almost melody-like. Starting to pick up a groove.

"You're such a loser!" He laughed, only having me sing back Beck's Loser to be a smart ass and him throw up a pillow.

I continued this till I found he was not going to go back to sleep now. I bounced around a little more, now facing the steps and my back to him.

Still singing, breathlessly now to what I knew. "Things are gonna change, I can- whoa!"

Paul got a good grip on my shirt, pulling me down to bed. Scaring me shitless as he chuckled. I looked over at him as we sat side by side now, shaking my head before I got back on track. "So, coffee then we'll get started?" I offered up, Paul rubbed his eyes before he nodded and I began to climb out of bed.

"Hey Liz?" He called before my feet met the floor. "Hm?" I turned to him.

"You're not going to drive me crazy this summer, right?" He asked then, his charming smile joining shortly after.

I squinted my eyes at him, before lightly hitting his bare, bicep.

"Can't make any promises."

Not knowing that it would be both of us, driving each other.

[nctzendreamz]

thin apologies // part 2

mark x reader x vernon

as the rays from outside crept onto your face, nothing but pure relaxation ran through your body.

for a second, you forgot how you got here. you were still cuddled into Vernon’s side, and his arm was still wrapped around your shoulders tightly, almost as if you could dissapear into thin air.

why didn’t you feel wrong about this? i mean the two of you didn’t do anything bad, but you had a boyfriend. a boyfriend who you loved. god, you hated the way you sounded in this moment.

he looked so cute. his mouth was slightly open, and tiny snores were coming out of his mouth. you could tell he was enjoying his sleep just as you had.

you decided now would be a better time than ever to check your phone. knowing mark, he still hadn’t remembered you two ever made plans and texted you a goodmorning text. when you unlocked your phone and it revealed a long paragraph, you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t a little surprised.

suddenly you felt that tugging on your heart. suddenly everything that happened last night felt like you committed the worst relationship sin of all time. you allowed yourself to have feelings for another guy, just because you were mad at your boyfriend. the big problem was that even after seeing marks message, you didn’t mind being in vernon’s arms right now.

of course you weren’t gonna wake up vernon for something so stupid, so you decided it would be best to facetime mark in your bedroom. you couldn’t help but feel anxious as the phone rang.

“before you go off on me,” he spoke quickly, “i just want you to know that I hate myself more than you do.”

“i doubt it.” you whispered, smiling at him sadly through the phone. “i need to tell you something.” you stopped him before he could apologize any longer.

“y/n please don’t break up with me. i’m going to do better. i just...i have a lot on my plate right now and it’s hard to keep everything in my head.”

you completely ignored everything he said. “vernon came over last night...when you didn’t show up.” you confessed. “he’s still here.”

there was a thick silence hanging in the air. his face was serious. “why?”

“he called me and I let him come over.”

“where did he sleep?” his voice was now hushed.

“not in my bed.”

“our bed.” he corrected, offense heard loud and clear by you.

“i think that only counts when we sleep together in it, which we haven’t done in a while.”

“what, so is vernon my replacement or something? i forget one fucking date and you’re already messing with other guys?”

“first of all, I never said we did anything. is that the type of person you see me as?”

“if you didn’t do anything then why did you even tell me he was there.”

he had a point.

“we fell asleep together on the couch, but let’s not pretend like I’m blowing this out of proportion. i have literally tried so hard to spend time with you and you always find a way to not show up. if anybody should be suspicious it’s me.” you couldn’t hold your tears, the feeling of guilt and pain mixing to create them. mark was quiet now, and you would give anything to know what was going through his head.

“do you want to be with someone else?”

“no.” you whispered weakly. you loved mark more than anything, but you didn’t like how he was acting. even now, it was as if he had no sympathy for how you felt. the couple of hours you spent with vernon was better than the last three months of you and marks relationship.

“do you have feelings for vernon?”

you decided on keeping your mouth shut.

“one night.” he chuckled angrily, “one night is all it took?”

“no.” your voice became stronger, “it didn’t happen last night. I didn’t just spend a night with Vernon and have feelings for him. but what I did understand, was that relationships don’t have to be like ours. boys don’t have to be emotionless and not care about how their significant other feels. that’s what you do mark, and you get mad when I hold you accountable for it.”

“if you wanna have vernon, have him.”

you couldn’t take it anymore. “do you hear yourself?” another cry poured from your throat, “you automatically want to disrespect me instead of trying to fix us.”

“I’m not trying to, y/n! but I’m pissed! no, I’m not gonna be the greatest boyfriend in the world, but you knew that when we fell in love with eachother. you knew and you let me fall for you anyway.”

“so it’s my fault?”

“fuck!” he yelled before the phone disconnected.

now you sat in a puddle of your tears, your knees in your chest.

“can I come in?” a raspy voice whispered. his brown locks peeked from behind the door.

you nodded your head, leaning your it on his shoulder the second he sat down beside you.

“it’s going to be okay.” he whispered, rubbing your back softly.

“vernon..” you looked at him, and then to his lips. it took no time for them to connect with yours, but the minute it did, everything went black.

☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾

you felt yourself shooting up out of breath. you looked to your right quickly, where you found vernon still sound asleep beside you.

it was just a dream....

you checked your phone, only to find the exact message you saw in your nightmare. your hand went to your chest, trying to calm it down when you heard a knock on the door. your eyes almost popped out of your head.

“baby it’s me.” marks voice said from behind the door. “please let me in.”

shit.

ya’ll know I had to leave the cliffhanger...🤫

[binnie-binnie-bambam]

where I’ve been...?

hey. I feel like I owe y’all an explanation as to where I’ve been for the last 3 months. but imma put it the whole big detailed story under the cut just in case y’all don’t care haha and coz I don’t wanna clog up people’s feed with my incessant rambling.

TL;DR: I’ve been through 3 months of mental hell and that took a big toll on everything, including my love of a lot of things, so I’ve been struggling but I’m gonna try to be on here more and I’m sorry for being away for so long and not saying anything about it. Thank you to everyone who has tagged me in things and sent me messages during this time, I have seen it, I promise, even if I haven’t been in the right headspace to respond, you have made this time even just a bit more bearable, and for that I thank you greatly.

so yeah, things have been rough to say the least. I want to explain what’s been going on because I’ve always been pretty open on here and I know a lot of other people struggle with the same things so I don’t feel so alone. basically, I’ve fallen into another awful depression. I’ve lost my passion and drive and desire, I’ve lost the ability to find joy in things, I have no interest in hardly anything at all, I’m just not...me...right now.

I mean, my whole summer was crazy busy because I was spending almost all of my time doing wedding prep for my best friend/cousin’s wedding so I really didn’t have much time for myself and if I did, I was too exhausted to do anything I wanted to do. that’s when my partial inactivity started. I also started to see a new psychiatrist over the summer and he started me on new meds around August. since August, over a span of ~5 months, I’ve been on and off 6+ new meds, being treated for severe anxiety, panic attacks that resurfaced after being free of them for over 4 years, severe depression, ADHD, and trying different things to see if I had bipolar, as well as having a heart condition, thyroid issues, and fibromyalgia all going haywire.

I was pretty much ok through September, aside from some not so fun side effects that got me on and off 3 new meds in that month alone. like my mood and motivation and everything was fine, we had the engagement party and bachelorette party at the beginning of the month, I got to spend a bunch of time with the guy I have a (stupid) crush on, I was busy, things were going pretty great, honestly. but October rolled around. the first half wasn’t so bad, we had a girls’ trip for a weekend sort of as a last hoorah before my best friend got hitched and that was a lot of fun and I’m super thankful I was able to go, especially since I originally thought I wasn’t going to be able to make it due to family circumstances.

and wedding prep continued on, until I was driving over to my aunt’s house for the last day of prep and things started to hit me. my aunt and I got really close this past year and this was the last time I was spending with her for a long time, like sure we see each other once in a while but I was going over there and going shopping with her and doing all sorts of stuff multiple times a week and I think I just got scared of the idea that I was facing a new normal all over again when my normal had already changed so drastically at the beginning of last year. and also the fact that my best friend was getting married and moving an hour away when she used to be 10 minutes away and I saw her all the time. like we had the rehearsal dinner the Sunday before the wedding and my oldest cousin made this speech (because she knew she’d be sobbing too much to actually make it at the wedding) and she talked about us three girls as kids growing up and all this stuff about my best friend and how perfect her fiance was for her and it was just all really sobering I guess?

and I spent a lot of nights that week writing and rewriting a letter to the couple and I definitely spent most of that time sobbing over everything and sometime that week my mood just plummeted. my dad got /really/ concerned because the change in me was /so/ drastic but there wasn’t much we could do with only a few days until the wedding so we just hoped for the best and waited till my appointment with my psychiatrist to figure out the next step. I ended up getting a migraine at the wedding (I know it was from stress and from being so upset) so I couldn’t have a good time like I wanted to and I knew I’d regret it and I definitely regret it but I can’t change anything now. I got to hug the bride and groom goodbye just as they were leaving and I’ve never struggled so hard trying not to cry, which I mean, my best friend was sooo close to becoming a sobbing mess hugging me too, and the groom, well he was a blubbering mess (he’s a very emotional dude, all three of us have sobbed watching movies together, we’re a sight lmao) so I didn’t feel too strange haha. but it was a really weird feeling and it was really hard to sleep at the hotel that night. we drove home in the rain the next morning and did absolutely nothing the entire day.

then the news hit about Woojin and I spent my Monday night quite literally sobbing myself to sleep. at that time, I was still pretty new to skz but it still hurt like hell and I know my depression warped the emotions out of proportion but it was still so incredibly painful. but nothing could prepare me for the news about Wonho. nothing. I was already so deep into my depression and that just, I still don’t even have words. something hasn’t hit me that hard in I don’t even know how long. I couldn’t even cry, it took me over 2 months to cry about it because it just hurt too much. I still can’t listen to any of their music, I can’t even see photos of them without bursting into tears, and I’m ashamed at myself for being so attached to something that I react this badly, but even more so, I’m upset with myself that I can’t support them when they need it most because it causes me so much physical and emotional pain I just can’t deal with it. I’m not giving up on them, god no, I know it probably sounds like I am, but I swear I’m not. I love them way too much for that. it’s not even possible to describe how much mx and Wonho mean to me, I’m not giving up on them, I’m just handling things in my own way at my own pace, I guess.

from then on, things just spiraled out of control. on and off more meds, more and more problems arose, I really felt like I could not keep my head above water. and on top of it, I had the 7th anniversary of my grandma’s death in early November and the 10th anniversary of my grandfather’s death in early December and to say the least, that did not have the best effect on my mental health. it’s been 3 months of pretty much hell. I genuinely have /no/ interest in things I used to do, none of my hobbies, everything, and I mean everything, is a chore. it’s still like this. but I’m trying to do more to fix it. I’m seeing my doctor next week and I just spent 6 weeks getting another med out of my system so hopefully when I see him, he’ll try something new and we’ll actually make progress instead of taking 2 steps forward and 8 steps back. I haven’t lost hope yet.

there’s been many, many times in these past few months where I’ve felt like I’ve already hit rock bottom and I’m just waiting for the final blow to finish me off. but, if I’m being completely honest, what’s kept me going has been my really close friends on here that have stuck with me this whole time and my love for kpop which thankfully, god thank you, hasn’t diminished whatsoever despite everything. I can confidently say, I wouldn’t still be here without my friends, you know who you are my loves. y’all keep my world turning and no matter how painful it can get sometimes, I wouldn’t have made it this far, I wouldn’t want to keep going, I wouldn’t owe my life to you guys, so thank you, more than words can express. I love you all to the moon and back. and then some.

so this has just been paragraphs upon paragraphs of me rambling so I really don’t know why you would’ve stayed and read the whole damn thing, but if you did, thank you, I feel a lot better getting things off my chest. and this isn’t to say I’m back completely, I can’t guarantee how active I’ll actually be, but I’ll do my best to spend some more time on here because I genuinely do miss this place and all the amazing people in it. I’m so sorry I’ve been gone so long, especially without any real explanation. I’m going to do my best to rediscover my love for things, I may have lost it for a time, but it’s not gone completely.

~

until next time, this has been “aly won’t shut up”. thank you and goodnight, I love y’all

[rebellious-chi]

/French Mistake, Reversed\

My POV

I was sitting in my room writing another Supernatural fanfiction when I got a video call from my friend group. “Hey guys!” I greet them. “Rachel! You answered!” Karly said, excitedly.

So before I get started with my messed up story, let me introduce the new characters from my everyday reality. So first we have Kyler: the gay boy of the group. He’s about 5’9 with short dark brown hair and blue-green eyes.

Next up we have Jaxon: The creative one of the group. Jax is about 5’8 with short aqua blue hair and wears glasses.

Leo Gibbs: nicknamed Gibbs or Gibbie. He’s about 5’1 with short brown hair.

Andrew: the black bi boy. He’s around 5’6 with short black hair.

Then we have Karly: the pansexual pancake. She’s about 5’1 with shoulder length red hair and glasses.

And finally, we have me. The rebellious bisexual. I’m around 5’7 with a light brown, fluffy pixie cut and glasses. Now back to the story.

After the call, I went to bed and went to school for seven terrible hours. The bell rang, signaling that school was ending. I grabbed my stuff and headed towards my locker. I pack my notebooks and grab my phone before my friends run up and start talking to me.

“So it turns out it was my brother the whole time!” Karly states as I slam my locker and play Highway to Hell on my phone. “Alright guys, I gotta go. See ya tomorrow!” I yell as I start for my house. When I get there, I make dinner and then go to my bedroom and attempt to write crappy fanfictions. When my parents get home, they force me to go to sleep but instead, being the rebellious child I am, write more fanfiction. Later that night, I hear my mom scream and my dad yell. I shot out of bed and ran downstairs.

“Mom! Dad! Are you-?” I freeze when I see a vamp turning my mom. I immediately ran back upstairs but was greeted by another vampire, who had snatched me from where I stood and dragged me outside. My eyes widened when I saw a black 1967 Chevy Impala pull into my driveway. What the-? Before I could finish that thought, TFW stepped out. Sam and Dean both had a machete swinging while Cas was heading my way.

He separated the Vamp from me and stabbed him in the chest. “We need to go, Rachel. I’ll explain everything when we get back to our universe.” He tells me. “Wait, Cas! Can we take my friends?” I ask as I see Sam kill a different Vampire. “Cas, there’s more coming!” Dean yells. He turns back to me. “That was intended. Now please, get to the Impala.” He says, touching my shoulder. I follow his instructions and run to Dean’s car. “Let’s get outta here before this gets out of hand!” Sam yells.

If it weren’t for the fact that it was so early in the morning and all of our families were murdered, I’m pretty sure none of my friends would’ve gone with the Winchester’s and Cas. The boys hijacked a van somewhere along the line to pick all of us up in one trip. I must be dreaming. This is impossible. I thought as we arrived at the bunker. I don’t remember entering their universe but I was pretty tired so you can’t exactly blame me. All of my friends rode in the van Sam was driving but I stayed with Dean and Cas in the Impala. I pass out from sleep deprivation and what I assume to be shock.

I wake up in a bed at the bunker. I could tell I was at the bunker because I’ve seen it in pictures many times before. The bed was more comfortable than I thought it would be. I sit up and look around. “Hello.” I look up to find Cas staring at me, holding a plate with pancakes and a cup of coffee. He walked over and sat down. I cross my legs as he hands me the food. “Did you sleep well?” He asks me. I nod and take a bite of pancake. “I don’t remember coming into the bunker.” I point out. “I carried you in.” He said matter-of-factly and I blushed. “Oh. You could’ve woken me up.” I said, looking away in embarrassment. “You looked peaceful and I’m aware you don’t get much sleep.” He defended. When I took a sip of coffee, I realized that it was the perfect balance of hazelnut creamer and coffee. “Wow, someone knows their proportions!” I say excitedly. “Thank you.” He grins and I giggle.

Jax’s POV

I wake up and the first thing I notice is that I’m not in my room. Then, my memory comes flooding back and I remember the blood and gore of my family. The Winchester’s and Castiel. My friends.

For some reason, I simply push it aside and get up. I walk into the main room where everyone is and see everyone staring at me. “Y’all didn’t find the bodies, right?” I ask, joking obviously. “Um?” Cas was confused. I saw Rachel nudge him and giggle “He’s just joking.” And he nodded in realization.

“So do we need to find a case?” Karly suggested. “Not exactly, but if you want to do research I guess we can do that.” Sam said. “Why can’t we just go hunt monsters?” Andrew asked. “Dude, we would need to know what we’re fighting.” I pointed out. “Oh, right.” He shrugs. “Let’s just research.” Gibbie decided. “Fine.” Andrew groaned.

After about half an hour, Kyler fell asleep and started snoring like a freakin pig. Rachel shut her book and stood up. “I’m bored. I need to move.” She complained. “Rachel, of course you’re bored, you’re reading.” I tell the restless bisexual. “Hush.” She smiles. “I could take her down to the dungeon and teach her how to fight.” Dean suggested. “Dude, yes!” She exclaims. Alrighty, follow me.” He said and she did.

Gibbs’ POV

After Rachel and Dean went to the dungeon, I kicked Kyler in the knee to make him stop snoring. “Ouch! That hurt!” He said, almost shouting. “No offense, but you were getting on my nerves.” I told him. “That doesn’t give you the right to kick me!” He defended. “I’m on Gibbs’ side, it was getting annoying.” Karly laughed. “Yeah.” Jax agreed, not looking up from his book.

“So, are we just going to ignore the fact the we’re all older than 14?” Jax asked. We all looked at each other like idiots. “I’ve been trying to avoid that...” Kyler said. Sam just watched us as we tried to figure out how old we are now. “Well Jax looks about 27, Reegan looks about 24, Karly looks about 25, Kyler looks about 31, and Andrew looks about 29.” I say. “And you look 26.” Kyler points out. “I think Rachel looks 26 as well.” Cas suggests. “Why are we all different ages?” Karly asks him. “It’s a different universe. You could be any age.” He says. “So is there like, two of each of us running around?” Kyler asked. “No. Every universe is different. Our universe was missing all of you.” He says, looking back at his book. “Oh.” I said, a little surprised. “So like, the supernatural is real?” Jax asks. “It’s not suppose to be in your universe.” Sam says. “Then what happened?” Kyler asks. “They must’ve come through the universe divider.” Cas suggests. “Universe divider?” I question. “On the set of Supernatural, there’s a rip in your universe that leads to ours.” Sam explains. “Like the one in season 13?” Andrew suggests. “Season 13?” Sam asks, confused. “He means the one that was created by Jack when he was born.” Kyler explains. “Oh, yeah. Exactly like that one.” Sam confirms.

Kyler’s POV

After a few hours, Dean and Rachel came back from the dungeon. “So what’s for dinner?” Dean asks almost immediately, smacking Sam across the back of his head, screwing up his notes when Sam’s hand drew a line along the length of the paper, and Sam threw his pencil at him. “Burgers, Dean. We’re having burgers” Sam said, angrily. “Great! I’m starving.” Dean said. Sam and Dean went to the kitchen and Rachel came into the library and sat next to Gibbs. “So what’d you guys find out?” She asked. “We aren’t supposed to exist in this universe.” Jax told her. “Oh yeah, and there’s a universe divider on the set of Supernatural in our universe!” Karly said, excitedly. “And the supernatural isn’t supposed to be real there, either.” I add. “Also, the reason we’re older than 14 is because we traveled through universes.” Gibbs pointed out. “I meant what’d you find out about the monsters you were researching but that’s cool, too.” Rachel stated.

When Sam and Dean came in and it was time to eat, Dean acted as if he hadn’t eaten in days. “You get enough of that in your mouth?” Sam joked. Jax looked at the rest of us with the look. “Don’t.” Rachel said, but that didn’t stop him. “That’s what he said.” He smirked. “Oh lord.” Gibbs smiled. “I knew it was gonna happen.” I sigh and Rachel facepalmed. “That could also be what she said.” Andrew wiggles his eyebrows and we all giggled. “Yeah, but I was aiming for Destiel.” Jax said. “Yes!” Rachel said, standing up. “No! I’m not gay!” Dean shouted, also standing up. “I think we all know that you’re bisexual, Dean.” Karly giggles. “Finally, someone agrees with me.” Sam says. “I knew you were a Destiel shipper!” Jax, Rachel, and I shout. “What is Destiel?” Cas asks. “Gay.” Karly says. “Closeted bisexual meets confused rainbow.” Jax says. “I say rainbow in the meaning of like...he’s nice to look at.” He adds. “I 100% agree with that description.” Rachel says. “Um,” Cas was obviously confused but left it alone.

Karly’s POV

After dinner, Sam and Jax stayed in the library to find a case. Rachel, Dean, and Kyler went to ‘The Dean Cave’ to watch classic movies while Kyler passed out in the war room doing something with Cas. I, on the other hand, took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them. Gibbie followed me and helped wash the cups. “Who do you think will fall asleep first, besides Kyler, obviously.” I ask, finishing the last plate. “10 bucks, it’s gonna be Andrew.” Gibbs bet. “I don’t have 10 bucks but I can give you a hug.” I offer. “Okay.” Gibbs chuckles.

10 minutes later, we walk into ‘The Dean Cave’ and see Andrew fast asleep of the couch. “I think I owe you a hug.” I state as I hug Gibbie. Rachel looks back from the couch. “You wanna join? We’re watching Batman.” She asks. “Cool, which one?” Gibbs asks, walking over and flipping down next to Andrew, waking him up. “The original!” Dean exclaims as I sit on the floor, in front of the TV. “There’s room on the couch, ya know.” Dean says. “I’m gay, I don’t sit on couches.” I say and hear Gibbs and Rachel laugh.

I started to fall asleep after ‘Batman Forever’ and eventually collapse on the floor, but before I fall completely asleep, I hear Gibbs say “there she goes.” And laugh.

Andrew’s POV

I couldn’t go to sleep after Leo woke me up so I stayed awake throughout the entire ‘Batman’ binge. It was slightly amusing to watch Karly slowly fall over when in the process of slowly falling asleep. It was 1:30 in the morning when the movies were finished so I stood up and stretched. “I’m gonna go find a room to sleep in.” I say, walking out of the room. “Don’t get lost!” I hear Dean shout.

When I walk past the library, I see Sam and Jax with books in their laps and when I walk past the war room, I see Kyler sleeping and Cas leaving the bunker. I’m too tired to care so I simply keep walking until I find a bedroom and fall face first into the bed.

Dean’s POV

Rachel, Gibbs, and I watched another movie before I turned off my TV and told them I was going to bed. “Alright, I’m going to get some coffee.” Rachel said. “At 3 I’m the morning?” Gibbs asked. “I don’t exactly plan on sleeping.” She said. “If you need a room, Gibbs, there’s one next to mine.” I say, leaving the room. “That’ll work.” He says and follows me out.

On my way to my room, I told Sam and everyone else awake goodnight and shut my door. I grab one of my ‘Busty Asian Beauties’ magazines and look at that for a few hours before finally falling asleep.

Sam’s POV

After Dean and Gibbs went to their rooms, Rachel walked in and took a seat across from me. “So, what’re you doing?” She asks. “We’re researching shapeshifters.” Jax replied. “Cool, I’m gonna go make coffee, you want any?” She asks us. “I’ll have some.” I say. “Me too.” Jax agrees. “Okie dokie!” She smiles and walks to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, she walks in with 3 cups of coffee. “Thank you.” I tell her, graciously. “No problem.” She responds and sits down. The next few hours were researching different monsters and many cups of coffee. Jax fell asleep around 6:23 and I went to bed at 7:01. I’m not really sure if Rachel went to sleep or not but either way, tomorrow we were going to find a case.

[hana1379]

Free Love vol.2

Summary:  fic loosely based on song “Free love” by Depeche Mode. I’ve heard this song on radio and idea popped in my head

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex (m receiving), thigh riding, language, slight angst

Words: 3,5k 

Notes: Finally managed to write it, let me know if tags don’t work, I’m still trying to figure out how it all works :) and again I’m not native english speaker so if you’ll see mistakes please tell me about it. Feedback is more than welcome.

!If you want to be tagged in anything please massage me cause I can’t keep up with requests in comments!

July 2017

“Hello?” your voice was tired, you were probably falling asleep when he called. He imagined you had your Minnie Mouse pajama on, the one with long sleeves and cute pink shorts. You sometimes wore fuzzy socks to bed, he remembered one time when you had them on and you slipped on bathroom’s floor landing on your ass with a loud thud, he was laughing so hard, he almost pissed himself while you were whining on the floor. He smiled at the memory, memory when he was happy because he had you.

“Hello??” you repeated getting annoyed

“Y/N! Hi! Sorry if I wake you but I was thinking about you right now and I thought to myself…” he heard you sigh, you clearly didn’t want to speak with him. He knew that.

“Bucky… I told you not to call me ever again. Look, it’s late and I have to get up early tomorrow”

“I miss you” he blurted out and it was true. He missed your smile, your scent, your stupid jokes and the way you were looking in the morning with messy hair and smile on your face. God he really missed you.

“Are you drunk?” Y/N asked and that was also true, in fact only after alcohol he could build up the courage to call you, he didn’t want to meet you, not after last time.

He told his girlfriend about you and she confronted you calling you a slut. He wanted to do what you told him to, make things right between you two, become something more but his girlfriend misunderstood. She thought he was cheating on her and she wanted to humiliate you in front of your coworkers. It worked. You stormed out of your work with tears in your eyes and you met with him. You made clear it was over and you didn’t want to see him again. It was three months ago. Three long months without you.

“I really miss you Y/N”

“You miss me or you miss fucking me? Guess your BAE is not as good as I huh?” he could imagine the look on your face. You probably raised your left brow, your words were bitter but he knew he was hurting you again. He shouldn’t have called you. Bucky wanted to say something but you spoke again

“I don’t really wanna know if she’s better than me or not. I don’t care. But you know what? You are a fucking gem Bucky. You have a fucking nerve to call me after three months and you’re telling me you miss me. You think I’ll run to you and we’ll live happily ever after? Play the victim somewhere else Barnes cause I’m not buying it”

Bucky’s heart dropped. He had lost you. He screwed this up and he had lost you.

“Oh and say hi to your girl, I still have a scar on my cheek from her claws” you ended the call and Bucky was speechless. He could see his reflection in the window. His drunken face. His messy hair and red eyes. A single tear dropped from his right eye, he reached his hand and wiped it harshly.

Bucky turned away from the window and went toward coffee table he grabbed vodka he was currently drinking, he collapsed on the couch and drunk with one draft sizable proportion of what was left. He didn’t mind the taste anymore and burn in his throat was barely recognizable. His eyelids became heavier and he knew he will pass out soon but then an idea popped in his head.

He still had his charm. He will go to your house and woo you. He knew where you lived, you won’t be able to resist him. He will win you back.

Bucky got up from his couch and struggled with tripping over his own feet. He was too wasted to drive, he decided to walk long enough to clear his head and then call a taxi. He grabbed his wallet, his phone, walked out the door and headed towards the elevator. As soon as he was on the first floor his head was spinning and he had to hold on to the wall otherwise he would fall on his face.

The concierge at front desk ran up to him and wrapped Bucky’s arm around his own neck.

“Mr. Barnes you should sit down. I’ll give you something to drink” the concierge said and placed Bucky on the armchair. Bucky wasn’t sure he will be able to drink anything soon. He was fighting with the urge to throw up and he started to swallow every spit his mouths’ produced.

“Oh dear! I think we should go outside” concierge managed to lift Bucky from his place and he dragged him outside

“Thank you, Bob” was the only thing Bucky could say before bending down and barfing everything he had drunk an hour ago.

“My god! Have you eat something today?”

“I was drinking since afternoon. I’m pretty impressed I didn’t pass out” Bucky looked at his shoes, they were covered in vomit just like his trousers. He didn’t want to go to your place like that. Covered in puke and he thought his breath must be deadly. So he decided to take shower and change his clothes. After thanking Bob and apologizing for the mess he headed to his apartment and once more he thought about you.

He remembered like once you had been drinking with him almost all day. That day Bucky told you, you were the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. Of course, you didn’t believe him You’re only telling me that cause you want to strip me out of my clothes, you made your grumpy face and he had to plead you to even look at him. You were always stubborn.

Once again in his apartment Bucky headed towards his bathroom and he took off his shoes and clothes, he considered throwing away his covered in vomit belongings but he decided to deal with it in the morning.

It’s amazing how cold water can work wonders. He was now as sober as judge. He looked decent, smelled decent and most importantly he still got a courage to talk to you. Bucky ones more took an elevator and he did his walk of shame avoiding Bob’s gaze.

The further he got from his home the more he was getting nervous. It was almost one in the morning and he didn’t know how you will react seeing him at your door. Taxi driver annoyed Bucky, he was talking about his job and whining about his wife. Bucky only nodded to him thinking about you all the way to your place.

Speaking of which Bucky thought your house was fucking ugly. Made of red bricks, with two entrances it looked like two houses were melted together. You rented it and above you was living family with two kids, you were always complaining about the  noise but didn’t do anything with it. He couldn’t understand why haven’t you move out.

He paid the driver and got out from taxi. He took in the sight of your home. Fucking ugly. In the night some may say creepy. There was a light in your kitchen’s window, that’s a good start. He went to the door and looked at the intercom, your name was still there that’s even better means you still lived here. He knew it was broken so why bother calling? He just entered the building.

The light blinded him for a moment and he ran up the stairs onto the second floor. Three. Number three on the door. You were close to him, only the wall was between you two. He knocked three times on the wooden door.

June 2012 

He knocked three times on the wooden door. Bucky waited, he heard hustle on the other side of the door. He couldn’t ignore passing people gaze, they probably thought he was some kind of a hustler and honestly, he was but he didn’t get paid for what he was doing, neither did Y/N of course.

The door opened and he saw you wearing a red tank top shoved in your shorts. Your hair was tied in a messy bun. You smiled wide when you saw him

“You’re here!” you jumped over to him and straddled his waist. His hands immediately went to your ass supporting you. You kissed him as he entered the room and he closed the door with his foot still carrying you in his arms. Your hands were cupping his face. You felt he was smiling against your lips. You pulled back and looked into his eyes.

“Sorry for bringing you here. I just wanted to get away from the city” you pecked his lips

“That’s ok doll, I know you’ve always wanted to stay in a place like this” you grinned and kissed him fiercely

The place where you were staying was far from the city and it looked like any other motel across the country. It was cheap and with your broken ass and Bucky’s debt, it was a perfect place for staying for the weekend.

Bucky placed you on your feet and you headed towards the mini bar

“What did you say to your parents?” Bucky asked and you shrugged, beers in both your hand you handed him one

“I told them I’m with friends. They weren’t happy with that but they can’t keep me on a leash” you handed Bucky your bottle for him to open it.

“How're your finals?” he opened bottles and handed you yours

“I passed everything” you took a sip of beer “That’s good” Bucky said and suddenly you jumped

“I have a gift for you!” Bucky’s brow raised. Gift? For him? You were now searching for something in your bag. You apparently found it as you straightened and you placed your hands behind your back, hiding something.

“It’s kinda our first anniversary and I know we’re not together, no strings attached and all but I thought you could make good use of it and of course I could benefit from that too” your hand made its way from behind you and you handed Bucky package. A box of condoms with a silver bow on top of it. Bucky couldn’t help but laugh

“These are not normal condoms, they have little dots on and it can make your partner come sooner” you declared with a serious face, Bucky frowned

“So you’re saying that I don’t make you come? That you faked most of your orgasms?” Bucky wasn’t sure if he wanted to know your answer

“No, of course not. I saw them in a shop and my friend recommended it and I just wanted to try them” you looked at him and you were kicking yourself for making him doubt in his skills.

“You’re crazy” he gently covered  your lips with his own “But I don’t think it’s enough in the box, you know with your libido…”

You slapped his arm and shoved him onto the couch. He was smirking, he knew what was coming.

You dropped to your knees and hands. Crawling towards him you kept eye contact and smirked. Bucky shifted on the couch spreading his legs further.

“I’ll show you how high my libido is” you were now between his legs. You rested your hands on his thighs and you began to rub them up and down. Bucky’s breath hitched as your head lowered, still keeping an eye contact you stopped, your face only inches from his visible bulge.

“Someone’s got excited” you teased and pecked him through his jeans. Bucky groaned and he reached his hand to your hair

“Hands on the couch! Don’t you dare touch my hair, do you know how long it takes to make this hairdo?” you ordered and Bucky narrowed his eyes in annoyance but he obeyed and placed his arms on the back of the couch.

“Good boy” you got up from your place and kissed him on the cheek, near his lips. You were kissing him slowly making your way from his lips to his jaw and his neck. You nipped at his skin and you palmed him through his jeans squeezing lightly.

You heard him murmur a simple “Fuck” and you giggled enjoying your control over him. Once again you were on your knees between his thighs and you reached out to unzip his pants.

“Your going commando often?” you kissed his swollen head and his cock twitched

“Y/N stop teasing” Bucky moaned and you decided not to torture him more. You placed your hand on his shaft and began to stroke him slowly before wrapping your lips around his tip. You started sucking hard and swirling your tongue on his cock.

“Holy fuck Y/N!” he bucked his hips and fought with the urge to grab your hair. You moaned sending vibrations through his now full erection.  

Pre-cum was leaking from his tip and you willingly collected it. You started to move your head, taking as much as you could in your mouth. God, he was huge. He twitched in your mouth and you felt his thick veins rubbing up against your throat.

“Someone’s been practicing” he smirked and you felt your pants were getting more and more soaked. The thought about taking his dick in your cunt and him fucking you till you can’t breath aroused you. Even more than giving him a head.

You pulled back and started to stroke him with your hand in rapid motion “I haven’t. I just want to take as much as my throat allows, that’s all” you smirked at him and again you took his cock into your mouth sucking hard. He started to pant heavily, his chest raising up and down. He was close.

“Ok, I think that’s enough, Y/N” Bucky said but you didn’t stop your movements, you wanted him to end in your mouth. Bucky groaned and his head fell back onto the back of the couch. Your hand reached to his balls and you began massaging, you squeezed tightly and he bucked his hips once more.

“Fuckk… Y/N! I’m gonna cum… Shit!” his gaze again shoot to your eyes and he spilled inside you. Ribbon after ribbon of his semen filled your mouth. You swallowed as much you could but some of it managed to escape in corner of your mouth. You pulled him from your mouth and you dragged your finger on a string of his come from your chin up against your mouth, sucking on your digit.

Bucky was panting, his eyes locked at yous as you banded over once more and you started to lick him clean.

“Your sure that you haven’t been practicing?” Bucky asked and you got up from your knees, your face now inches from his

“You jealous?” you asked looking into his lustful eyes

“I’m not jealous, just curious” he said and he leaned towards you even more

“I must brush my teeth. Your sperm cells got stuck between them” Bucky laughed as you straightened and headed towards bathroom swaying your hips. Bucky looked at you, admiring the way your body moved. He got up from the couch and made his way to the bathroom. The night was still young after all.

July 2017

He knocked three times on the wooden door. To say that he was nervous would be an understatement. Bucky was fucking terrified but he was telling himself it will work, everything will be alright. Maybe it wasn’t too late to turn and run. No. He has to sacrifice his pride and let you yell at him and then he will tell he loves you and everything will be alright.

“Who is it?” your voice was muflfed and Bucky was pulled from his thoughts by it.

“It’s me doll. I need to talk to you” he heard you cursing but you opened your door.

And he was right, you had your Minnie Mouse pj’s on. He saw you were still wearing your “D” necklace, that was a good sign. You had murderous look on your face and you clenched door handle tightly, your knuckles were turning white.

“The fuck you want to talk about Barnes?”

“Can we come inside? I don’t want to talk in a hallway” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. Suddenly all his courage left him. He felt so small in front of you, like a child waiting to get scolded.

“You have five minutes and then you can get the fuck out” you turned and walked away, Bucky closed the door behind him and followed you to your living room. Your place was small and cozy, it looked like his previous flat but he wasn’t sure he would like to live here even with you, he was used to his lavish life and enormous penthouse. Bucky noted to himself to make you move in with him. But first things first.

“I broke up with her” he said and you were sitting on your armchair next to the couch with folded arms and your legs crossed.

“Great. You wanna medal? I can give a card with congratulations as well”

“Y/N please let me talk” you scoffed and he took it as a permission to continue “I know I should’ve told you about her but it happened so fast… she was nice and you were away at your brother’s and, and I’ve missed you so much, and she took the opportunity and she asked me out and before I realized we started dating and I wanted to tell you but I was afraid I’ll lose you but I was also afraid to tell you how I feel, I was afraid you won’t have me, reject me and we’ll never see each other again”

You looked at the clock and slightly yawned stretching yourself

“Well, that’s a great story, you should sell it or write it down, you can get rich, but unfortunately your time is up so…” you got up from your place and now you were standing in front of him

“Y/N, I love you” Bucky said and your heart stopped. Maybe you didn’t hear correctly. You looked at him with disbelief on your face he must have seen that because he repeated I love you and you in an instant rushed to him and grabbed him by his collar pressing your lips to his. Your head was spinning and you began melting in his embrace. His arms wrapped around your waist bringing you closer to him.

“Why haven’t you tell me this sooner?” you asked him as you pulled away, your eyes hooded, locked on his blue ones

“Have you not heard what I just said?” Bucky asked, his brow frowned. He thought it was obvious.

“What normal person would understand your gibberish?” he chuckled and leaned to kiss you gently. You whimpered and you dragged your hands to his neck, holding him in place. Bucky moaned when he felt your tongue brushing along his bottom lip. You took the opportunity and you slid your tongue into his mouth, fighting for dominance with his, of course, his tongue winning, he always wanted to be in charge.

Bucky collapsed on your couch dragging you along and he placed you on his thigh that you were straddling it. Still kissing him feverishly you started to grind your pussy on his thigh automatically. He placed his hands on your hips encouraging you to move, his lips found their way to the sweet spot on your neck. You moaned loudly.

“Come on baby, move your pretty little pussy on my thigh. I want to feel you get off”

You started to move faster and you placed your forehead on his. You couldn’t hold back your moans and your back arched, your head falling back. You heard him cursing under his breath and you came to your previous position to look at him. Bucky was looking straight into your eyes making you shiver. You saw something strange in his eyes. It wasn’t lust, you were used to seeing lust in his eyes. It was adoration. Pure passion.

He saw you were holding back “Come on Y/N come for me. You’re fucking gorgeous. I love you so much” and with this word you cried out, Bucky crashed your lips together swallowing your moans and cries. He was saying how you are perfect to him as you were coming down from your high. Your hands reached to his belt, wanting him deep inside in you in a few minutes but he stopped you.

“No baby, not tonight. It’s late and you said you have to get up early” he took your hand and intertwined your fingers “Besides, we have all the time in the world for this later” he smirked and he brought your hand to his lips. Bucky kissed your knuckles sweetly maintaining eye contact. You almost came again from the sight of him.

You nodded and you led him to your bedroom. Bucky began undressing as you were lying on the bed watching him

“You know, I’d like to suck your dick right now” you said smirking when he was climbing on your bed “I know you would doll” he replied and kissed your forehead.

Bucky laid down and you place your head on his chest. Like for the first time, his heartbeat was steady and it lulled you. He wrapped you tightly bringing you closer to him.

“I love you Bucky” you said, your eyes closed, you looked peaceful. Bucky smiled and finally, he was he was full. He was happy.

“I love you too doll. Always”

The sun was shinning brutally and Bucky couldn’t manage to open his eyes, he had hungover and it was a big one. He couldn’t feel you beside him so he assumed you probably left to your job or wherever you had to be without waking him.

Bucky opened his eyes and he was looking at the ceiling but something was odd. Something was not right. He straightened to look around and what he saw made his heart drop and stomach clench.

Bucky was lying on his couch in his penthouse. He couldn’t believe it. It was just a dream, he dreamed of you. In fact, he didn’t even leave his place at all, he was wearing clothes from yesterday. Bucky couldn’t stop tears from falling and second, later he was crying like a baby.

He dreamed you. It was just a dream.

My first tags ever: @thessaswea @lovely-geek @usernamesarelies @stanskarsgard

[adobe-outdesign]

Opportunities

When opportunity knocks, you have to answer.

Warnings: Some implied violence, though nothing explicitly shown

“What would you say... if I told you that you could be Alice Angel permanently?”

Susie wiped the tears from her face, smudging a thin layer of eyeliner across her cheek. “W- What do you mean? Allison already-”

“Susie, Susie. We only switched the roles around in order to boost the character’s popularity! You’re the one and only Alice, as far as I’m concerned.”  Joey drew Susie closer to him, putting an arm around her still trembling shoulders.

“You really mean that, Joey?” Susie took a deep breath to steady herself, slightly ashamed of her little breakdown. She took a lock of hair and tucked it back into place in a weak attempt to fix her disheveled appearance.

“Of course! That’s why I’m extending this offer to you before I give it to Allison. She’d work decently, but I don’t think she has half the passion for Alice’s character that you do.”

“I- I mean, I’d love to accept immediately, but you still haven’t explained what the part is.”

Joey beamed, moving to the center of the room. “Imagine a world where Alice Angel is real. Not a cartoon, not a person in a cheap suit. The actual character herself, in the flesh and... ink, I suppose.”

Joey grabbed a book off the shelf and began to flip through it rapidly as he spoke. “I’ve always said that with enough belief, you can accomplish anything. This is no exception. Why do you think I bought that machine?”

“To produce ink...?“

“Not to produce it, to enhance it! You can’t do anything with regular old ink. But this? You can meld it into almost anything, provided you sacrifice a little something in return. That’s how we’ve been making all those Alice toys.” Joey abruptly slammed his book shut, turning back to her. “So? What do you say?”

“I mean- Well, the idea of bringing Alice to life is... amazing. I can’t imagine anything better than people being able to meet her in person. And I’m sure she’d love it too.“ Susie twirled a loose piece of hair around her finger. “But I’m confused. Why do you need me for this?”

“Simple. The machine can create inanimate objects just fine, but for something living... it needs something else. Something to give it substance, life. All people have that something by default. And if we want to make Alice real, I need to use someone close to her for it to work properly. That someone is you, obviously.”

“I don’t know, Joey. Wouldn’t that... hurt?”

“Of course not!,” he reassured her, his smile just a little too big, his enthusiasm just a bit too forced. “It’s no different than going to sleep. You drift off as normal old Susie Campbell, and wake up as an angel. Everyone will love you.”

Susie sat down on the adjacent couch, mind racing. I can be Alice Angel.

"I- Well, I mean, I’m certainly interested. But do you think I could have a few days just to, you know, think it over-?“

“Of course, of course! This is a big decision for you to make. Just consider it and let me know when you’ve made up your mind,“ Joey offered, sliding onto the couch next to her and putting his hand on hers. “But I know you’ll make the right choice. After all, opportunities like this only come once in a lifetime!”

"So, what do you say?”

Wally adjusted his position on the couch. “I don’t know, Joey. Are you sure you want me for this? I’m not exactly a voice actor or animator or anythin’-”

“Absolutely! You’d be a perfect Boris. You do feel like he’s similar to you, right?”

“Well yeah, sure I do, but-”

“Then that settles it! You’ll have your own living space right here in the studio along with all the food you can eat. The only thing you’ll have to do is greet guests that come through and record a few shorts now and then.”

“Hey, hey, hold the phone here! I didn’t say I’d do it yet. Wouldn’t that I mean I wouldn’t be a person anymore? Don’t get me wrong, I like the Bendy shorts as much as the next fellow, but I have things I still wanna do. Marry someone, maybe have some kids one day. I don’t even have my own place yet! And I wanna go to Club 21 and-”

“Relax, relax! You’re focusing far too much on the little details. Think bigger! You won’t age. You won’t get sick. You’d effectively be immortal, and any injuries you did get would be healed with just a bit of ink. You’d never have to worry about rent or living expenses again, and everyone would adore you. Doesn’t that sound better than living in a dingy little apartment for the rest of your life?”

Joey moved over to the couch, setting his hand on the other man’s back. “When opportunity comes knocking, you have to answer! That and a little belief is how I got to where I am today. So? What do you say?“

Grant rubbed his temples as he slouched over the desk, staring down at the sheets of paper in front of him. 465 + 2673. He ran his eyes down the columns, adding the numbers up mentally, trying to figure out where the error was. 3721 + 287...

A knot formed in his stomach as he went back to the first page, redoing the math for a third time. If he couldn’t account for the sudden deficit, he’d be fired. Or worse, be forced to shoulder it himself.

The thought made him feel ill. Such a massive debt with no job and a blacklisting from one of the most famous studios in the area... he’d be on the streets in no time.

Or he’d have to admit that he was a failure.

Grant gave up for the moment, leaning back over the chair and putting his hands on his face as his thoughts drifted to the conversation Joey and him had had a few days ago.

The very idea of making a physical cartoon was absurd in and of itself, really. And the angel that Joey had presented as evidence wasn’t terribly compelling, seeing as it was nothing but Susie Campbell in heavy make up.

He wouldn’t have even considered it possible if it hadn’t been for Boris. He had to admit, the idea of the wolf being a person in a costume was dubious at best, given the proportions of the thing. He had even seen it consume some bacon soup at one point without any noticeable difficulty. It really was like the character had just walked right off of the silver screen.

Grant returned to his papers, trying to shove the thoughts out of his mind, but every new string of numbers that failed to add up brought the thoughts up again. The very notion of letting Joey do God only knows what to him to make him into a cartoon spider was both ridiculous and even vaguely offensive. But Boris had looked... content. Happy, even.

And if he went through with it, the debt wouldn’t be on his shoulders anymore.

Grant shook his head and returned his gaze to his final, unwavering calculation.

$48,128 short. 

"All right, Mr. Drew, I’m here. Tell me where this leak is.” Thomas looked down the hallway with a wary expression, as if imagining what kind of issue lay at the end of it.

“Thomas! Glad to see you showed up. I was beginning to worry.“ Joey motioned for him to follow him, falling in stride with the shorter man.

“I said I’d show up, didn’t I?” Thomas gave a wary look at the pipes above them.

“Only after some strong negations.”

“I already told you. I want nothing to do with you or this damn machine of yours. You’re lucky I even accepted double for this.“

The conversation stopped as they entered the room in question, the broken ink pipe above them being nearly impossible to miss. While the flow had been shut down, there was still a sizeable amount of ink dripping down the glass and creating a huge puddle on the floor.

“Don’t you have that Franks kid here to clean this mess up? It’s going to be that much harder to fix these bolts when they’re covered in that godforsaken ink.”

“He’s... no longer with us, actually. You know how it is. Life gave him an opportunity he just couldn't pass up.”

“Mmph.” Thomas had already turned his attention away from Joey, instead setting down his toolbox and selecting a large wrench from the contents.

"And speaking of opportunity-“

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested.”

“Are you positive?” There was a degree of playful to Joey’s voice, like he expected this response and was merely going through the steps. “You should at least find out what you’re passing up before declining.“

“Don’t need to know. I came here to fix a pipe, and that’s it. I told you, I want nothing to do with this place anymore. There’s something wrong with all of this.”

“I see. Well, if you’ve made up your mind there’s not much I can do about it. Meet me in the Ink Machine room when you’re done and I’ll give you your payment.”

“Isn’t that Grant’s job?“

“Grant... also left us. There were some issues with our budget.“

Thomas narrowed his eyes, but didn’t pursue the topic further, instead focusing his attention on the pipe as Joey left the room. Two hours later, the excess ink had been cleared away and the pipe was once against securely fastened together. He threw the wrench back into the toolbox and begrudgingly made his way to the Ink Machine.

Inside the room were about fifty or so employees, all wearing Bendy masks.

“What the hell-?” Thomas turned back the door, but a few of the masked people had already moved in front of it, effectively blocking him in. Joey walked forward from the rest of the group and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling down at him.

“Why don’t we talk about that offer again, Barley?”

“You want me to be makin’.... clothes?”

“Clothes and everything else on that list. Think you can manage?“

Shawn squinted down at the piece of paper in his hand. “I’m not sure. I’ve never made anythin’ other than the dolls.”

“It’s the same basic principal. Just mold the ink into whatever you need and the rest will happen automatically.”

“I suppose I can manage. But why do you need these thingamabobs?”

“I only have one set of clothes for each cartoon. Unfortunately, belief isn’t going to do anyone’s laundry,” Joey said, chuckling.

“And the weapons?”

“I can’t say too much yet. Strictly hush-hush. But... let’s just say there are some new creations that will be very happy to have them.”

Shawn gave him a questioning look, but simply turned his attention back to the paper. “When do you be needin’ these by?”

“Two days.”

“I can’t make them that fast! Today’s almost over, and even if I pull the entire shift tomorrow I still won’t be able to produce this much that quickly-”

“Nonsense! I made all of our friends in less time than that, and they’re actually alive.” Joey snapped his fingers. “You could do it if you had some proper motivation, I bet! See what dreams are really made of. You haven’t personally met any of the characters, have you?”

The trip to the archives resulted in nothing but ink and a few curious stares from other employees. Shawn picked up a bacon soup can off of a shelf and turned it over as Joey searched the area, already loosing his patience. “How do you lose your own cartoons?”

“They’re allowed to move around,” Joey called out, voice resonating from a different section. “I just didn’t expect them to move around this much.“

Shawn looked around the room, clearly impatient. “Well if you don’t have anythin’ to be showin’ me, I’m going to head back up to the-”

Something brushed his neck.

Shawn swore loudly and fell back in shock, clutching his neck. A giant spider was dangling on a black string before him, staring at him with pie-cut eyes. Venom dripped steadily from its pure white fangs, leaving a dark spot on the floorboards. Above him was a massive spider web, black strands strung across the edges of the room.

“See? I knew they were around here!” Joey smacked the toy maker on his back and Shawn jumped again, unaware that he had returned from wherever he had disappeared to. The spider turned and climbed back up the silk strand the way a person climbing up a rope would, perching on top of the far bookshelf.

“The- the bastard just tried to bite me!” Shawn rubbed his neck, half expecting to feel puncture wounds there, but the skin was unbroken.

“Is that so?” Joey looked towards the spider and for a moment something dark flashed across his face, but it was gone just as quickly. “Well, they obviously aren’t completely perfect, but we can try to fix that later.”

“How in the seven hells did you make-?“

“Edgar! Have you seen Barley anywhere?” Joey called, ignoring the question entirely. Edgar didn’t speak, instead stretching a middle limb out to the right with a sickening cracking noise. Shawn briefly wondered if that hurt.

“This way!” Joey grabbed the toy maker and moved to the right, the Irishman twisting around to keep an eye on the spider. Edgar turned and crawled straight up the far wall, and Shawn could have sworn he caught a glimpse of a human hand at the end of one of his legs as he moved.

The room that Edgar had been pointing to turned out to be a massive storage room that had completely flooded with ink from a broken pipe. A makeshift dock had been assembled out of what appeared to be loose floorboards, and at the end of it sat a small sailor, smoking a pipe, fishing line deep in the ink. Shawn briefly wondered what exactly he was trying to catch.

“Barley!”

Barley glanced over at them, grunted, and then returned his gaze to the inky abyss before him. His eyepatch was gone, and in its place a human-like eye sat buried deep in an otherwise empty socket. Shawn felt a shudder of disgust run through his body.

“He’s not much for conversation,” Joey said apologetically, pulling Shawn away again. “But speaking of conversation...”

“What, the items again?” Shawn allowed Joey to pull him along, still trying to process what he had just seen. He had seen Alice and Boris when Joey had introduced them to the studio, but he had simply assumed that it was make up or some sort of animatron. But these things... they were definitely alive, and something about that fact made him feel uneasy.

“No, not the items.” Joey waved his hand dismissively, and Shawn got the feeling that it was never about the items to begin with. “Didn’t you notice anyone missing?“

Shawn racked his mind, trying to recall all of the Bendy shorts. “The... little leprechaun fellow?”

“Correct! It doesn’t feel right without Charley here, does it?”

“I don’t think it would be feelin’ any better with him.” Shawn glanced over at the library, half expecting to see Edgar crawling after him, but the room was still.

“Sure it would! You can’t have the Butcher Gang without all three of them. Otherwise you don’t even have a gang to begin with. And I think I’ve found the perfect candidate for him.”

“Candidate? What are you-?”

Something clicked.

“Joey? How did you make these cartoons again?” Shawn asked, moving back away from him, things slowly piecing themselves together in his mind.

“I told you. Belief!“

“And what else?” Sweat started to drip down his back as he remembered how many employees had ”quit” the company over the last few weeks.

Joey simply smiled, and Shawn ran.

Upstairs, a few dozen Bendy masks met him outside the elevator.

[jos-corner-of-the-world]

Last House on the Left -- {5}

{1} -- {2} -- {3} -- {4}

You woke up the next morning feeling grumpy and sore. Why you thought napping on the kitchen floor was a good idea you don't remember now.

You remembered all your stuff laying on the kitchen floor and drug yourself out of bed to get it picked up before Minghao woke up.

You walked into the kitchen, but stopped at the entryway.

Sitting on the table was all of your materials and the board. But the board had been completed.

“Dude just saved me so much time.” You said thankfully. You took that board and added to the collection that was growing in the spare room.

You went back into the kitchen and rummaged around, trying to find something to bake.

Minghao walked into the kitchen half an hour later, while your muffins were in the oven.

“Hey dude thanks for finishing that for me. You saved me so much time.”

“I’d say about two hours.” Minghao threw out.

“You worked on that for two hours last night?” you asked.

“More like this morning. I got up at 2:30 and couldn’t fall back asleep. Sat at the table and messed with it for a little bit, and before I knew it, I was done and it was almost 5am.”

“Okay, that’s actually really nice, and really dumb.” you pointed out.

“I know. So don’t expect it again. I’m tired and grumpy now.”

“Well, that makes two of us. So shut up and sit down, muffins will be done soon.”

Minghao professing he’d never help again was a complete lie.  In the four short weeks that led up to the start of the term, he had helped you with nearly ten other projects.  He had even enlisted the help of Vernon and Seungkwan.  Not that they really helped doing much, the mostly messed around with the boards that were meant for five and six year old students.  You wondered if that said a lot about them as individuals.

Before you even realized it, you’d been living in your new home for two months.  More often than not the two of you ate your meals together when you were home.  He even started walking home on his lunch breaks to chat and have lunch.

The guys were constantly giving you guys grief about dating.  But there were no romantic feelings between the two of you.  You’d had a particularly nasty break up before you’d moved in to the house, and Minghao just wasn’t interested.  Everything between the two of you was platonic, and it made the living situation that much easier.

Minghao had quickly grown into being your best friend.  You could talk to him about all of your highs and lows.  You trusted him to keep anything a secret, and keep the savagery to a low when you were feeling sensitive.

The Friday before school started, Minghao came to your room to talk to you.

“What’s up?” you asked, He rarely came into your room, usually just waiting until you came out to talk to you.

“I have a date.” he said.

“It’s about time! Who’s the girl?” you asked, excited for him.

“She used to work at the center with me. She came in to talk to Jun quick today and I ran into her. Kind of hit it off and I asked her out.”

“That’s awesome. When are you going out?” you asked.

“Tonight.”

“Damn dude you waste no time do you?”

“I guess not. You’d be alright if we hung out here right?” he asked.

“It’s nice of you to ask, but as you always point out to me, this is your home.  Even more so than mine it’s yours, why are you asking me?”

“We’ve never talked about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing and how it would work. Guess I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be uncomfortable.” he said.

“I’m fine with it. Just ya know...let me know if I need to wear headphones to sleep.”

“You’re such a bitch.” he laughed. “I’m not that inconsiderate. Plus, the headphones wouldn’t help anyway.” he said, winking at you.

“Okay, you can leave now. I’m scarred for life and never want to hear anything about your sex life ever again.”

Later that night you were laying on the couch watching TV when you heard the front door open.

“Hey dude, Friends marathon is on all night. Wanna grab some popcorn and watch it with me?” you asked.

“Who is that?” you heard a feminine voice say.

“Oh shit.  You had the date tonight. My bad, I forgot.” you said sitting up.

Minghao rolled his eyes at your bad memory and then introduced you to his date.

“Lyn, this is Y/n, my roommate. Y/n this is Lyn.”

“Nice to meet you!” you said jumping over the back of the couch.

“You live with a girl?” Lyn asked.

“Yeah, it’s been about two months I’d say.” Minghao said. You nooded your head in confirmation.

“You guys were never like...together right?” she asked.

You couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing.  

“It’s not that funny.” Minghao said after you’d been laughing for a solid minute.

“Yeah, it definitely is.  No Lyn, there’s been nothing between Minghao and I. We just live in the same house.” you assured her.

“Oh, well I guess that’s alright.” she said, but she didn’t seem like she was okay with it.

“I’m gonna head to my room. Vernon and Kwannie were here for supper. There’s leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry. Oh, and don’t forget to set your alarm. Your dumb ass forgot twice this week and had it not been for me, you’d have been late to work the second day too!”

Minghao just rolled his eyes, but made a mental note not to forget his alarm.

“You guys seem oddly comfortable around each other.” Lyn noted as soon as your door was closed.

“She’s been living here for a little while and we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. That’s all” he shrugged. There really was nothing more to it, and he didn’t want Lyn blowing it out of proportion.

“Guys and girls can be friends without there being more to it. That’s how it is with Y/n and I. You’re friends with Jun and have never dated him.” Minghao pointed out.

“Yeah, but I don’t live in the same house and Jun.” Lyn defended.

“This isn’t going to be an issue later, right?” Minghao asked, wanting to get it out of the way.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You’re not going to say you’re okay with it now, but then later it’ll be a topic of argument. That’s a whole lot of drama I don’t want. She lives here and I have no intention of asking her to leave or kicking her out. Just so you know.” Minghao said.

“Well damn, you’re blunt. This is literally our first date, what you do with your time and your house is your choice.”

Minghao heard her words, but wasn’t sure he trusted them.

{6}

[harrysmyguccihoelove-blog]

Fight

Another Harry imagine for you guys :)))))))), just so you know, I got this idea from an imagine I read on wattpad a while ago so, it’s not my original idea, hope your guys enjoy :)

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Tonight, the boys are going out to celebrate the release of their fifth album Made In The AM. Even though clubs aren’t my thing, I decide to go, for Harry. Harry is extremely proud of the album and I want to be there to celebrate his success with him.

I walk out of the bathroom and into Harry and I’s bedroom, where Harry is standing in the middle of the room, scrolling through his phone. He’s wearing his famous black skinny jeans, a floral button up with most of the buttons undone, showing off his tattoos and tanned chest, topped off with brown chelsea boots. His long hair is rested perfectly just past his shoulders, with paths of where his fingers run through his curls constantly.

He sighs, turning off his phone and shoving it in his back pocket. He turns to face me and his eyes instantly widen. His reaction makes me nervous.

“What? Is it too much?” I ask, looking down at my burgundy dress and bare legs

“No, no, of course not, you look amazing.” He says, making me feel a bit better.

“Are you sure? I feel like it’s too fancy for a club.” I say, pulling at the end of the skirt

“No sweetheart, you look incredible. I’m actually finding it hard to control myself.” He says coming up to me, placing his warm hands on my hips

“You’re going to need to control yourself because you’re gonna be in a room full of people.” I tell him and he leans closer to me.

“But how can I control myself when you look like that?” He asks, finally connecting our lips.

I bring my hand up to his hair and gently press his face closer to mine. He wraps his arm around my back, and pulls me closer to him so we’re touching.

“H. We need to go, or else we’re going to be late. We can’t be the late ones twice in a row.” I say as his lips travel farther down my jawline and eventually on my neck.

“But I love you, and I love kissing you.” He says kissing me again.

After Harry kissed me four more times, we finally make our way downstairs. Harry stands at the door, impatiently jingling his keys. “Come on YN, we can’t be the late ones twice in a row.” He teases.

I roll my eyes and finish lacing up my converse, meeting him at the door.

“I love you.” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to mine so I can kiss him.

“I love you more.” He says kissing me once more before we leave the house and get into the car.

When we get to the club, Harry walks behind me, with his hand on my lower back, guiding me through the numerous people scattered everywhere.

We finally see Liam, Louis, Danielle and Niall standing in the corner, already drinking.

“We couldn’t be early just once?” I ask, mostly to myself, but Harry overheard.

“You were the one who misplaced their shoes and took forever to get ready.” Harry grumbles.

“You were the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me.” I fire back at him, not in the mood to fight with him right now.

“YN! I’m so glad to see you! Louis, told me that you weren’t coming.” Danielle says, gently elbowing Louis in the side.

“Sorry love, I thought she wasn’t coming. Nice to see you YN.” He says, looking past Danielle, over to me.

“You too Lou.”

Over the course of the night, Harry wouldn’t even look at me. He seriously can’t be that upset that I took just a bit longer to get ready. Maybe he’s just in one of those moods where he just needs time to himself. Hopefully that’s it.

Just as I got my second drink, I look over to Harry to see him talking to someone. As I get closer, I see that he’s talking to the one and only Kendall Jenner. Oh hell no. I set my glass on the table and walk over to him. I left my phone over there anyway.

I work myself in between them, and reach over the table to grab my phone.

“Excuse my reach.” I say standing back on my flat feet, looking over at Harry. “Anyway, as I was saying.” Harry says, completely ignoring me, and continuing to talk to Kendall.

I scoff and walk away, making sure to bump my shoulder into his on the way. Of course he wasn’t fazed a bit.

I huff, standing back at the table I was at previously, taking a long sip from my drink.

“You alright?” Niall asks, walking up beside me.

“Harry won’t even look at me. He’s completely ignoring me, and I have no idea what I did. He seriously can’t be this pissed at me for ‘taking too long to get ready’” I say, mocking his accent.

“Harry is very passive aggressive sometimes, maybe he’s upset about something else? I’m sure he’s not really pissed at you for taking too long to get ready.”

“Thanks Ni.” I say, taking another sip from my drink.

“You wanna dance?” He asks, as yet another fast song starts blasting through the speakers. I chug the rest of my drink.

“Love to.” I say grabbing his arm and walking off to the dance floor.

Niall and I got absolutely lost in the music, we were dancing like wild animals, but I seriously don’t care. Just anything to forget about Harry.

I suddenly feel a strong hand wrap around my arm and pull me away from Niall. I look up to see Harry staring at Niall with flared nostrils and his jaw clenched.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Harry asks, looking over at me.

“We were just having fun mate, she needs some fun, to deal with you talking with your ex.” Harry scoffs at Niall’s words and lets go of my arm.

“Come on YN, we’re leaving.” I shake my head.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I say crossing my arms over my chest.

“YN, I don’t want to fight with you in a club, we’re leaving.”

“You’re such a jackass sometimes, I hope you know that. See you later Niall, tell everyone else I say bye.” I say waving at Niall before walking out of the club.

Harry starts walking to the car, but I start walking in the other direction.

“Where the hell are you going?” Harry asks

“Home. You said we’re leaving. You said nothing about getting in a car with you. I’m walking home, I don’t want to deal with you.” I say continuing to walk forward. We’re not that far away from home anyway.

I hear him huff and I could hear his eye roll from here.

Not long after, I see Harry speed past me in his fancy ass Range Rover.

It takes me only ten minutes to get home. When I walk inside, Harry is sitting on the couch. I take off my shoes and place them near the door before walking into the kitchen to get some water.

“We need to talk about what happened.” Harry says, walking into the kitchen.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I was dancing with Niall, because you seemed to have more important business with Kendall to discuss.” I say taking a sip of water.

“Honestly, you’re so fucking annoying sometimes. I just wanted to go and talk with her. It’s not like I was going to leave you and run away with her.”

“How was I supposed to know that?! You seemed awfully friendly with her, why don’t you run away with her, since I’m just an annoying bitch who takes too fucking long to get ready. Really Harry? I take too long to get ready? Says the one who takes a half hour in the bathroom trying to perfect his fucking hair. It’s just hair that’s going to get messed up in a hour anyway!”

“YN. This isn’t about you getting ready-”

“Then what is this about?! Is this about me being annoying? If so, please enlighten me on how I annoy you so much.”

He sighs deeply. “You’re so clingy all the time, it’s like you’re a hovering mum, and I don’t want to deal with that shit. Also, you blow things way out of proportion. I was just talking with Kendall and you have to make it into a huge problem?”

“I have every right to make it into a huge problem. If I ever talk to my ex around you, you would’ve pulled me away from him, you are such a fucking hypocritical asshole.”

“If I’m such a hypocritical asshole, then why don’t you just leave?!” He asks, and I fall silent. He’s never said anything like that to me, ever. We’ve fought before, but he’s never said that I should leave. Tears gather in my eyes, as I process his words. I shake my head and make my way upstairs.

I lock our bedroom door and start packing my stuff. I hear Harry pounding on the door, yelling apologies, and crying. I’ve needed to do this for a while. We fight like every week, and when we do fight, it’s as bad as this. We always say hurtful stuff to each other.

And with him being gone, I can’t deal with him being away for so long. I miss him, and I don’t think I can do this with him anymore.

I finally zip up my bag and open the door. Harry rushes up to me and starts wiping my tears away, but I push him away.

“YN, baby, please don’t leave, please, I didn’t mean anything I said, please don’t leave me.”

“I can’t do this anymore Harry. The terrible fights. The distance. I can’t do any of this anymore. We both need better.” I say, refusing to look him in the eye.

“No YN, I don’t need better. I need you. Please YN, I love you, I love you so fucking much and I can’t lose you over me running my mouth too much.”

“I need to think, I can’t do this right now.” I say walking down the stairs and out the door. I get in my car and start the engine, speeding off from the one man I’ve ever loved, who’s on his knees, pleading for me not to leave him.

[winchesterprincessbride]

The New Neighbor- (Leaves Ain’t the Only Thing Fallin’)

This fic was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  Seasons of Love/ Colors of Fall challenge.  My picture was

You sat morosely at your neighbor Kelsey’s kitchen table, tossing back your third margarita and trying not to feel sorry for yourself.  The only thing that was gonna get you through this sucky night were your friends and alcohol.

“Keep ‘em coming, Kelse.” You told her, sliding your glass across the table.

“Your better off without him, Y/N, you really are.  I know it hurts that your wedding isn’t today, but what if you’d actually married the cheating bastard?” Kelsey asked quietly.

“I know, but….”

“But nothing.  Your single and pretty, and there are other fish in the sea.  Speaking of which, have you met your new neighbor yet?” Kelsey said with a sly look.

“Ohmigawd! Trina slurred drunkenly.  “Have you SEEN him? He’s super hot!” She fanned herself dramatically.

“No, I haven’t met him yet. I’ve been busy.” You muttered defensively.

“Y/N, your gonna wanna MAKE the time, trust me,” Vicki said with a wicked grin.

After drinks, gossip, laughter, and a raunchy game of Cards Against Humanity, you stumbled toward your house.  You were so focused on not falling on your face you didn’t see the huge dog that came out of nowhere until it knocked you flat on your ass on your lawn.

The next thing you knew your face was being thoroughly licked by the huge ball of fur who grinned at you stupidly. “Yuck! Quit it! Look dog, your cute and all, but we just met.  No kisses on the first date.”

“Sadie! Come! Shit! Are you okay?” A tall guy you didn’t recognize offered you a hand and helped you to your feet. “I’m really sorry. Sadie is still getting used to the neighborhood, and she just took off.”

You squinted at the stranger.  You would have remembered seeing him before.  Then it hit you. “You must be the new guy. I’m Y/F/N  Y/L/N, I’m your neighbor. I’m sorry I haven’t been over to introduce myself, things have been crazy.”  

He smiled at you, showing deep dimples.  “I’m Sam Winchester.  It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Do you need help getting to your door?  You seem a little……unsteady.”

You grinned at him. “What I am is drunk, Sam. Let’s be honest.  Just coming from a girl’s night down the street. I’m fine really, mortified, but fine.”

“I’m the one who should be embarrassed.  My dog almost killed you.” Sam said with a chuckle.  Damn, he WAS attractive.  And you were a drunken hot mess with grass in your hair.  Life wasn’t fair.

“Well, I should go.  It was nice to meet you too. Welcome to the neighborhood.” You said before patting Sadie’s head and crossing your lawn.  You felt Sam’s eyes following you as you walked away.

Halloween night was a fun time in your neighborhood.  Even though you didn’t have kids, you still enjoyed it. Everyone sat in their driveways giving out their candy, and many people had firepits and wine.  It was one big party.  And this year Halloween fell on a Friday night, which made it even better.

You were sitting in your driveway in front of a roaring fire, candy bowl in your lap, enjoying a beer when you noticed Sam walking across your lawn.  “Damn it’s cold! Mind if I warm myself by your fire for a minute? I didn’t know I needed a firepit.”

“Yep, it’s a requirement.  Your welcome to hang out here.  Just go turn your light off, or they will never stop knocking.  They are relentless.  Want a beer?”

He flashed you that dimpled grin, and you felt your face flush a little. “Let me go grab a chair.” He jogged back to his house and came back with a chair and a six-pack. “I don’t want to drink all your beer.”

You flipped open the cooler next to you.  It was full.  “This isn’t my first Halloween, Winchester.” You joked.

The two of you drank beer and chatted in between groups of kids.  Kelsey came around with her daughter, and eying Sam, gave you a knowing smirk.  When Trina came around with her kids, she almost choked on the wine you know she had hidden in her coffee cup when she saw him.

“WTF?” She mouthed to you.

“Later.” You mouthed back, miming texting on your phone.  Trina was the most notorious gossip in the neighborhood.  You knew for a fact she was already texting everyone telling them Sam was in your driveway.  Your phone, which was sitting in the cupholder of your camp chair, began to beep with text alerts.  You turned it off.

Sam had grossly underestimated the amount of candy he would need.  His bowl was empty with a good hour of trick-or-treating left to go.  Luckily you always bought extra, so you bailed him out.

“I didn’t realize there were so many kids in this neighborhood,” Sam commented, stealing a candy bar from your bowl.  His long fingers brushed against yours, making you smile.  “But you seem like you know them all.”

“Everybody knows everybody else’s business on this street, Sam.  You’ll find that out soon enough.” You told him. “This place runs on wine and gossip.”

“Is that so? Are they saying anything about me?” He asked, staring at you a bit longer than necessary.

“Are you kidding? The fact that your sitting in my driveway will be all over the neighborhood by tomorrow morning. By Monday  people will be texting me asking me if we are dating.” You said with a snort, jumping up to give some candy to an adorable ladybug who could barely walk.

“Your kidding, right?” Sam said with a laugh.

“I wish I was.  They mean well, but ever since my engagement ended……..it’s hard sometimes being the only single person.” You said with a sigh.  “That night when I was drunk and Sadie knocked me on my ass? That was supposed to be my wedding day.  The girls were trying to take my mind off of it.”

“Well I still feel bad about Sadie knocking you over, but is it wrong for me to say I’m really glad you didn’t get married?” Sam asked softly, his eyes boring into yours.

Eventually, the number of kids milling around began to lessen, then stopped altogether.  People began turning off their lights and things began to quiet down.

Your fire had died down to just embers.  You stood up and stretched.  “Well, that’s another Halloween in the books.”

Sam turned to you.  “Do you want to come to my place and hang out? We could watch a movie or something?”

You smiled gently at him. “I think we’ve given the neighborhood quite enough to gossip about for one night, don”t you?”

He frowned at you. “What do you mean?”

You pulled out your phone. “I have 17 texts, all from people who “heard” the hot new guy is giving out candy in my driveway.  Like I told you, news travels fast here.  Goodnight Sam.  I enjoyed talking with you.”  You gave him a wink as you picked up your cooler and carried it inside.

Sam finished his beer, making sure your fire was out before he folded up his chair and headed home.  He looked back at your house once before smiling and shaking his head ruefully.

You surveyed your leaf-strewn backyard critically.  The huge tree next to your house had shed most of its leaves, and the piles of orange and gold had reached epic proportions.  You’d put this job off for weeks now, and it was time to just suck it up and do it.

You began sweeping the leaves into a bunch of small piles, and then the small piles into one large pile.  It was backbreaking, hard work but you had some music playing as you hummed along and tried to make the best of it.

Eventually, you had an enormous pile of leaves ready to be bagged.  When you realized you had left the leaf bags inside, you turned toward the house.  But then you stopped.  That pile of leaves was calling you.  When you were a child you used to spend hours jumping in the leaves while your father raked them.

What could it hurt? You took a running start and dived headfirst into the pile of leaves. It was exhilarating, and when you came up for air you were surprised to see a pair of boots standing in front of you. “Oh hey!” You said nonchalantly looking up at Sam who was grinning down at you.

“That looks like fun.” 

“Why am I always on the ground when I run into you?” you said grumpily, half to yourself. Sam chuckled as he held out a hand and helped you to your feet as you brushed yourself off. 

“You missed some.” He said, pulling leaves out of your hair.

You were adorable at that moment, your hair in a wild disarray, your cheeks flushed, with bits of leaves and twigs stuck to your face.  Sam reached over and pulled your hair out of your face, and tucked it behind your ear.

You gave a soft little sigh, and Sam’s eyes darkened at the sound.  You suddenly realized just how close he was standing, and your gaze dropped from his eyes to his full lips.  With a frustrated groan, his fingers closed around your arm as he pulled you to him and kissed you hard, knowing he was overstepping but not being able to stop himself.

But then you were kissing him back as your arms slid around his waist.  You kissed until you were breathless, and then you finally pulled away, panting.  But you were smiling.  “That will give them plenty to gossip about, huh?”

“What?” Sam said in a daze, not following.

“Look behind you.”

He turned around, and froze as your neighbor April, whose yard butted up to yours, was sitting on her patio to no doubt sneak a smoke.  April told everyone she had quit smoking, but you saw her out back sneaking them often.  In fact, the cigarette in question had fallen from her mouth as she stared at you and Sam in open-mouthed astonishment.

“Hi, April!” You said cheerily, not the slightest bit embarrassed.  She waved weakly without responding before heading back inside her house.

“She is texting as fast as her fingers can move, I bet.” You said with a cheeky grin.

 “I don’t care if you don’t.  Will you go out with me, Y/N? I’d like to take you to dinner.  What do you say?”  As Sam waited for you to answer, your phone in your pocket began to beep with one text alert after another.

Part 2

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